remembrance.

       she grabs him by the face and screams, ❝ DON’T OUT ME AS A CULTIST! ❞

    it’s blank! ❝ ... never ever judge a book by its cover, ❞ comes her soft whisper before she disappears into the void. good bye, anthony.

the nostalgia she occasionally feels in response to certain things or places can still be traced to sora’s memories, and there are times she has to sit and “sort” through what’s going on in her head. basically, it’s a whole lot of “hold on, i don’t remember if i’ve been there or if sora’s been there.”

          ❝ pfft... i dunno about that, roxas. riding two at the same time seems hard. ❞ she grins in amusement, head shaking fondly. “if you want to ride two skateboards at the same time, something tells me roller skates would be the better option.”

!!! wittle bwothew!!!! i wuv you twoo!!!!!!!! > w <

          ❝ w-wait, hold on! if you’re gong to make a joke like that, at least do it with something i don’t eat...! ❞

          ❝ if he’s thirsty, i can get him a water. an actual water. summer’s hot, you know! ❞

          this is her ‘laughs nervously what the fuck?’ face.

          ❝ hm... i see. that’s a nice thought though... i’m not sure if he could be considered a parent, but... for everyone else’s, it’d be nice if they were at peace. ❞ she offers a sympathetic smile, expression softening. “i hope your parents are too... wherever they are... the place where i ended up when i was ‘gone’ was very warm... i hope they’re in a place like that too.”

SHE HOPES HE GOES BALD