#sunsetpast

          Okay. He couldn't remember what he was supposed to be doing that morning, which was embarrassing considering his mantra was about other people memorizing the 'when, what, where, when and especially him.' Lea blankly stared ahead, seated on his skateboard and absentmindedly rolling himself back and forth with such potent vacantness any onlooker might've thought he was touched by the Lord and Savior himself. He was infuriated, exhausted and seriously beginning to rethink the amount of kush he sucked down into his lungs on a weekly basis because this was becoming ridiculous. He'd had a date? Maybe, but -- if he was late for that, then he'd have received a passive aggressive text by then, and it wasn't like he had a boyfriend yet.            He needed to move. Get his blood going. Do something to stir his memory. Lea stood up and snatched his board from the sidewalk before clawing a set of fingers through his dyed and fried red locks. His feet dragged along the lengths of concrete, acquiring more scuffs and scratches he'd spend the night rubbing out before getting bored and leaving them only half-cleaned. There was no point in looking nice, anyway. He knew what he was about, and clean lines and fashionable endeavors had nothing to do with him.           "Whoa there..." In a daze, Lea anticlimactically reached outward with a snap. He'd hardly registered what was happening before him, but it looked to be someone about to walk out into traffic. A blond someone at that who was yet to turn his face toward him. Lea furrowed his brow and slowly the color came into color and focus, and he inhaled as the sound of truck whooshing by at illegal speed jarred him away. There was a warm body beneath his fingers, he'd just saved someone from being turned to pavement jelly, and he was all at once parting his lips in surprise. "Watch yourself, kiddo. That truck almost ate you for fucking dinner."           "But what an asshole," he muttered that under his breath before turning to watch the truck turn a corner, not having slowed down even for a second. "You cool?"

Digging the patience, everyone. Got kind of sidetracked, but a certain someone recently sparked this muse, so let's get on it. 

-[Encounter 012|Subject:Nobody|Marluxia] - Description - Stern, soft, pink.  Existence of Marluxia confirmed.  Encounter with Marluxia was short, he mentioned being stern with me, and though curiosity drives me to understand why, I am reluctant to find out. -[Encounter 013|Subject:Nobody|Saix] - Description - Stoic, cold.  Nothing to report, because Saix is boring and a butt.

You are to me a:[x] Stranger[] Acquaintance[] Ally[] Friend [] Love[] Rival [] EnemyI find you to be:[x] Pathetic[] Off no consequence[x] Intriguing [] Frightening [] Unsettling [x] Annoying [] Infuriating [] Pleasant company[] Comforting []  Unable to be lived without [] Trustworthy

There were muttered curses from the blond as threw the car into park once he was at the skate park, hopping out of the car quickly and jogging through the gates, "Hey, you still with me? I'm at the skate park." Blue eyes scanned the area trying to figure out where the hell the person on the other line was before jumping on the wooden half pipe and beginning to pace, feet making a soft resounding thump with each step. 

A hand dragged down his face as he got to the streets, mind racing with thoughts of What if he isn't even here?, What happens if I can't find him?, also the background one of Holy shit, I think I might be talking to myself here. before hopping into his car. The only skate park he knew of was the one all the way across town, "Yer- We are having a serious talk when I find you." He said, putting the phone on speaker and starting the car up. "Give me about.. ten minutes. I'll be there." Hopefully. HIs brain supplied for him as he drove off.  

"Dude, ya've gotta get me something to go on here." He told the person on the other line, standing from the breakfast bar he was at with his cup of coffee. Slipping into his converses, he shot of a text to his boyfriend that he would be out once the redhead returned from his night shift at the bar. "Ya still with me?" Roxas questioned, locking the door behind him and taking the stairs to a time- hand still securely on the railing, "Do you remember the last place ya were?"