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[whatagoodgirl]

I... I don't understand...

[The small, slender Japanese girl with the high ponytail and downtilted eyes might be familiar to some. She's standing in front of Heimdall House with a newcomer's letter in her hands, dressed in the same uniform as the first time she arrived, but it doesn't quite fit right anymore - she's gotten taller since she made it, started to fill out a little. At least in Asgard, which proves that she hasn't been completely reset.

The confusion on her face starts to contort into alarm as her words confirm that truth.]

Isn't - it over? I remember Freyr - when he - wasn't that the end? But now it's like none of it ever happened... the letter, and the maid, and everything looks just like the first time...

[And now edging into panic as she leans against one of the house's walls, wrapping her arms around her middle and shivering.]

What's going on?!

((ooc: and the thing is done ;D))

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[whatagoodgirl]

Alright, sandwiches it is, then.

[She glances over at him, a bit worried by the fact that he still seems dazed, uncertain of her presence. It makes her heart ache, misplaced guilt rising up all over again, but it also concerns her. How bad has it really been here, without her?]

I'm here. [Just another quiet reassurance, whether it will help or not.] I'm not going anywhere.

[faints]

I know. I know, it's just... [ That he can't help it. She vanished so quickly last time and without any warning at all. ]

[whatagoodgirl]

I'm not mad. [Gently, taking his hand in both of hers.] I - I'd just like to see you smile again.

[faints]

I'm sorry... [ Not because he doesn't think he can, but for all of this in the first place. For just a couple of seconds his gaze falls downward, but when he looks up his expression is mixed. ]

It just feels...like you might go away again.

[whatagoodgirl]

I - [She sighs, looking down herself.] - I can't guarantee that I won't, because that's not in my control. You could even disappear this time. But... we need to make the most of the time we've got together, right? I want to stay, I'll do everything I can to stay, and right now I'm here with you. That's what matters.

[faints]

I know... Sorry. [ He tries to offer her some reassurance by squeezing her hand for a moment. After that he relaxes his grip, enough that she could pull away if she wanted. ]

[whatagoodgirl]

[To soften the blow of pulling her hand away, she tips her head up and kisses him softly on the cheek - not necessarily a romantic gesture, not if he doesn't want it to be, but an intimate and comforting one nonetheless. Now isn't the time to be making any decisions about their mutual confessions, not when they've just reunited and he's still so disoriented about it.

She bustles around the kitchen with relative ease, despite having spent some time living away from the house, and soon enough there are two ham sandwiches and two steaming cups of hot chocolate on the table. She sits beside him instead of across the table, sipping delicately at her drink and letting the feel of being back truly settle in. It's all been a roller coaster since she arrived, so this is a nice bit of peace and quiet.]

[faints]

[ Roxas wishes he could be as relieved and relaxed as she is.

Not that he isn't of course; having her back is more than he could ever hope for. He may be overwhelmed and sad but he's still happier than he words for even if he mood can't reflect it. It's more than surreal. He's only just begun to really talk about how everything had affected him, how much he'd missed her and felt guilt for what had happened during the Darkness.

There's so much he wants to say and tell her, but he sits quietly at her side instead. He can't even begin to figure out where he wants to start. ]

[whatagoodgirl]

[After a bite of her sandwich, she turns toward him and tries to break the silence, hopefully settle into a conversation that isn't too heated.]

What's... been happening? While I was away. I heard that there weren't any real attacks or anything like that, but has there been anything else good?

[faints]

Um...yeah. There was another banquet a little while ago and that was okay. [ But Roxas didn't do a whole lot other than that. ]

[whatagoodgirl]

Kind of like the New Years' party, I guess... [She blinks, thinking about the implications of that.] I guess that means - I must be fifteen now.

[faints]

--You're the same age as me now? [ Holy cow. That makes it seem like a lot for time has passed but then...he hasn't been keeping track of his own birthday either, because he doesn't know it. ]

[whatagoodgirl]

[Well, you must be older too, right? It's on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn't know if Nobodies age, and Roxas is just so - Roxas to her that it's hard to tell if he's changed at all.]

My birthday's just after Christmas, so... I think so. God, that's weird. [She shakes her head, unable to grasp being two years older than she was when she died.]

[faints]

[ If the answer had to be exact? He hasn't. Won't ever, actually; he's a perpetual teen in the most physical sense of the word. His hair has barely even grown compared to his first arrival.

But he doesn't know that and neither does Nakama, so he focuses in on what she says next. ]

That's right...people were saying that was just a little while ago. They were handing out gifts before the snow even started falling.

[whatagoodgirl]

It's hard to know here, but you can kind of guess by the part of the season you're in. It's funny that so many of us still hang onto things like that from home, isn't it? This place could have totally different seasons, or none at all, and then we'd have no idea how to count time.

[She fiddles with her cup a bit, rolling it between her hands to warm her fingers. It's hard not to feel like she's babbling when she tries to keep up light conversation like this, but he's engaged in it, so she seems to be doing well.]

[faints]

Mmn... [ Roxas looks down at his own mug, contemplative. He'd had this conversation with Merlin only a few days ago and it gives him a small flicker of deja vu to repeat himself. ]

In my memories, it's not Christmas until after it snows. So I haven't gotten anything for anyone yet... I thought it was still Fall.

[whatagoodgirl]

Well, if there's no official Christmas, then you can't be late. Right? My birthday party was in spring, and I still loved all my gifts.

[faints]

Did all your stuff stay...? [ "After you left," is unspoken but implied, but this time he's trying not to let it get to him. It's hard. ]

[whatagoodgirl]

I don't know yet, I haven't been home. I didn't think to leave it to anyone, because I assumed we were all going, so... I doubt it.

[faints]

Then, your sewing machine...

[whatagoodgirl]

I know.

[There are other things, too, like her pictures that she got from home. Roxas never did get a good look at her friends. And it'll be hard to sleep without her mom there beside her...]

I'll just have to... start rebuilding, I guess. It won't be the same as getting it as a gift, though. That was so nice of you, Roxas, honestly.

[faints]

...I could get you another one. I don't buy a lot except for what me n' Axel eat.

[whatagoodgirl]

Oh, no, you don't have -

[Wait.]

- Axel's back?

[faints]

Yeah...a little while ago. Except I keep forgetting I'm not supposed to call him that. It's actually Lea. [ He rubs at the back of his head a little, somehow managing to feel foolish under all this emotion. ]

He got his Heart back. He's normal again.

[whatagoodgirl]

[She just stares, trying to take that in. So - they can get hearts. They can become human. It'll never matter to her what Roxas is, but to him, that must be incredibly hopeful.]

I'm glad. [Both for that and the fact that Roxas's best friend is here in the first place.] I know you missed him a lot.