| Going on an outing. Not a date |
[10 Dec 2008|10:23pm] |
Roxas was NOT watching the window. Axel said he'd arrive at 11, and so he would. He'd not be early, and he wouldn't be late. So Roxas had no reason to haunt the livingroom restlessly.
No, he was in the livingroom because this episode of Oprah his mom was watching was particularly interesting. And leaning against her, her arm gently over his shoulders, was a very comforting thing.
He'd had the oddest dream last night. She was there, and a man whose face he couldn't quite make out. And Sora too. But he and his brother were younger. They'd gone to the park, in his dream, and shared their red plastic bucket filled with dinosaurs and a yellow shovel with two other kids at the park until it was time to go home. It was a nice dream.
Where the heck was Axel?
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