He was under the custody of the WRO.  And it had been four days.  That was what he knew.  Everything else... was a frustrating mix of just trying to gather context.

Not that he’d been treated badly since he’d apparently been found wandering the streets in a semi-conscious haze.  He’d been given meals, clothes, some very basic and somewhat annoying entertainment in the form of completely inoffensive and sugar-coated television programming and movies that weren’t his taste.  At least they didn’t seem to be.  So no, he hadn’t been treated badly, but...

It was clear that “custody” was too gentle a word.  There were people, several people, asking questions he couldn’t answer.  Repeatedly.  He didn’t remember anything but his own name, and even that was disconnected.  They apparently thought him a threat, thought him to be lying about amnesia.  The way some of them looked at him... he wondered if they had the wrong person or if he was better off not remembering.  Again, not that they believed him.  They didn’t usually answer his questions, either.

i dont even have anything clever to say rn

doomoftheliving​:

   There was something absolutely unforgivable with how cold the Radiant Garden got during the Winter monthes. Even during the dead night of the Winter season in Traverse Town, Yuffie had never been so forced to come close to wearing pants. Then again, she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

    Even if she was pretty sure there was an icicle threatening to form at the tip of her nose, and her cheeks were ruddy and red from rubbing them with her palms. Her dang knees were knocking from how hard she was shivering, dang it! Though she refused to let Cid or Leon chase he down and put her in something more weather appropriate.

    She couldn’t do all of her necessary ninja things in pants and a jacket! That was totally out of the question! And so she’d suffer, crouched and huddled together in a little ball with the snow falling around her in drizzling flurries. Her teeth were chattering, and there were probably people looking for her, but Yuffie was nothing if not stubborn.

          "St-t-t-tupid pants. No way I’m putt-t-tting them on…“

    The snowflakes falling from the sky put Sora in the most exciteable mood possible. He had just come from Christmas town, where he was running a few errands for Santa there (a Heartless infestation was scaring his poor elves) and was still wearing his world outfit when he popped into Radiant Garden. The thought of changing briefly popped into his head, but then he realized his outfit was absolutely perfect for the weather here, and didn't bother with putting on other clothes. Would he get a couple stares? Sure. But he looked cool, so who cares?

    He was walking the streets, navigating towards Cid and crew's house when he spotted someone crouched to the ground. He had a sneaking suspicion of who it could be, but until he saw their face, he couldn't be sure. The headband was almost a dead giveaway though, and he prepared a snowball for bombardment before he called her name.

    To be honest, on a scale of one to ten of how destructive something was to anything in Radiant Garden, Yuffie had her own, neat tier somewhere between ‘mild explosions’ and ‘heartless attacks.’ It wasn’t like she intended to bash things up, or completely knock in windows to businesses when she got too carried away in a fight, but it was not uncommon, either. And it tended to wind up with her in trouble and pulling extra chores around town.

    So what else could a girl do to duck out from the wrath of her friends at finding her latest mess? Hide, of course. She could always come back and fix it later but some of the lectures were even worse than the necessity to come clean up whatever she was being scolded for in the first place. Yuffie would just lay low until she could pop back up and fix whatever she’d smashed, and– crap that was Leon right there. She ducked quickly into the nearest hallway she could, finding a broom closet and tossing herself in it, just too late in realizing that the closet was the one with the broken lock as she snapped the lock in place. And then also came the realization that she was not alone. Peering into the darkness, she pressed her back to the wall, trying to make out who it was.

          “Alright, who’s the creep hiding in the closet?”

“Excuse me?” This strange girl had some nerve, calling him a creep. “I’m not a creep!” Roxas hissed. “I was in here because I needed a place to think.” It wasn’t like there was much privacy to be had anywhere else nearby. Hardly anyone checked closets, so he figured he’d be left alone.

Scarlet felt eyes on her. As unnerving as it was, she kind of grew used to be ogled at by other men.

But those eyes. They were persistent on her back.