"Okay. Riku has blue hair," Namine decided. "Well, sometimes." Or whatever. She popped the top off her marker and scribbled it in, then flipped the page quickly, determined to never look at that page again. She hoped it worked, though.
"Let's watch something with talking animals. Or a comedy romance." One without sex in it.
Namine took her sketchbook along with her and her markers to the livingroom. As she and Kairi watched a movie and ate warm cookies, she started to doodle a picture of little Roxas, and little Sora. Eventually, their Mom came into the picture, and the last empty space she put a faceless man in warm colors (she didn't know what their Dad looked like). She hoped with her heart, that Roxas' dreams tonight could have a memory, even if only one. This was Roxas' family. This was his life. This was who he is now.