❛ hhhhh…. ❜

          that response is all that Allen will get for a few moments at the least— truth be told, Roxas feels like he’s going to die. he rolls overs, pulling the blanket higher over his head, holding it tighter against him.

She’s curled up against the window of the train, nose all but shoved into her newest book. There are more than a few others she has in her bags, but as fast as she can read and as much free time she often finds herself with, she has enough for now.

Someone joins her in the compartment and she nearly jumps, peaking up at the other through her curls. Vaguely, she recognizes him as another Finder — Allen, she’s sure his name is. It’s a relief to know it’s not a stranger, but nonetheless she’s not used to anyone joining her unless they’re forced to.

     ❝ pardon me, pal! ❞ 

     the mouse bounces up just a bit to leave a gentle tap to the human’s shoulder, retreating a few steps in reverse after doing so to create room for them to turn around. his head tilts, smile growing once he is able to get a proper look at the face on this person, apparently amused, a kind of look one would wear when they know more than another person does.