#spiderthief

Blond locks piled upon each other, tangled within knots of gold as the boy fumbled with a rock caught between his fingers. It had been quiet for the past few days-- too quiet, but nothing Roxas would pick up on. He allowed the wind to sway loose strands of hair to the side, pursing his lip if one would happen to fall into his line of sight. Clasping a hand to the side of his mouth, he called out into the wind hoping something would bounce back to him. "--Hey is anyone even out there?" And there it was, a sudden noise-- a noise that forced the blond to shudder.