He wouldn't have even known how to answer that last question if he tried. A former member of the Organization, like me. My best friend. Alive. All true, but still not what Axel really wanted to know. Something was different now, and Roxas didn't know what.
"Yeah, sure," he said. "Are you hungry? There's some quiet cafes around here—or we could just find a back street—" But not the usual spot, never the usual spot. "—or there's always the clock tower." Something inside him twisted at the possibility. It had always been his favorite place, but too many emotions were flying around too fast already. Roxas wasn't sure what he'd do if they got more intense.
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Date: 2012-03-03 02:50 pm (UTC)"Yeah, sure," he said. "Are you hungry? There's some quiet cafes around here—or we could just find a back street—" But not the usual spot, never the usual spot. "—or there's always the clock tower." Something inside him twisted at the possibility. It had always been his favorite place, but too many emotions were flying around too fast already. Roxas wasn't sure what he'd do if they got more intense.