[Thanksgiving isn't a holiday where he's accustomed to giving or getting presents, so Roxas is surprised when he opens the envelope—but that feeling subsides and is swiftly overtaken by another emotion that's harder to name. Whatever it is, it leaves him feeling a little choked up.
He'll have to stop by the House of Departure and thank the Master for his gift later. These days, they have little enough to be grateful for, so it's important to show appreciation for what they've got. But first, he takes the time to place the phoenixes on the windowsill in his room, where the light will hit them first thing each morning when it breaks through the darkness. The one with the brightest red goes in the middle, its friends close by on either side.
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He'll have to stop by the House of Departure and thank the Master for his gift later. These days, they have little enough to be grateful for, so it's important to show appreciation for what they've got. But first, he takes the time to place the phoenixes on the windowsill in his room, where the light will hit them first thing each morning when it breaks through the darkness. The one with the brightest red goes in the middle, its friends close by on either side.
Just as it should be.]