Askbox Roulette” {{ Human Verse }}
It was a great day to celebrate. He achieved his goal, got his old friends back, and the no name keyblade was finally back in his hands. There was still so much to do but there was nothing wrong with taking a break. He was going to use that well-deserved break to treat himself tonight. Wondering how? For starters, he was definitely going to start it off with a good old drink, courtesy of Luxord (from his shelf which he may or may not have stolen from).
“I don’t know which wine you are but you have a good date and a good name so I’m going to enjoy this tonight.” He happily said, carrying the bottle in a public but hidden place he knew.
Two glasses, a bottle of wine, a warm place, and a half hour of drinking was something he needed for a long while. Drinking his last sip, he let out a sigh of relief. This wine really was good. Well, everything seemed pretty good at the moment. It was only for a moment. It was nice and all but he couldn’t help but have this lonely feeling in his heart. He didn’t understand why so he just tapped his finger on the table and looked around the area. His eye was caught by something in the corner, or rather someone. There was a girl with purple hair that had a colorful look to her. Her face was glowing and she had this aura to her. It was...familiar. He didn’t know if it was because he drank too much or the lighting but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. His body decided his body on its own, bringing his bottle of fine wine and glasses with him, where he sat in the empty seat next to her.
“Hey there.” He smiled, giving her small wave after putting the bottle and glasses down on the table. “I noticed that you were hanging here all alone the entire time so I thought I’d come by and say hello.” He kept his smile but his eye glanced back at the bottle. “Ya know...” He continued, placing the extra glass in front of her. “A good drink can be a nice ice breaker. It’s the good stuff. Fine wine, the vintage kind.” He said, pouring a drink for her without knowing it. “It’s actually pretty good. They don’t kid when they say the taste gets better when it ages. Would you like some?” This time, he offered the glass to her.
