♚ IC Contact for Sirens' Pull ♚

[pullsheavendown]

What am I supposed to say to this thing?

[10 seconds pass]

I'm Roxas. This is my phone.

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[madeinoblivion.livejournal.com]

So we stay out of SERO's reach. That's been our plan all along

[He agrees with a suppressed shudder, not wanting to end up any kind of experiment either.]

That doesn't mean we've gotta go anywhere near them, Lexaeus and Zexion.

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[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

I'd rather pay attention and know what's going on with them than ignore them and be surprised. But that doesn't mean we're going to hang out after work.

[He pauses for a moment, trying to work out what to say next, until he realizes that the right thing to say is also the simplest.]

I'm sorry.

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[madeinoblivion.livejournal.com]

[It's...all back in his hands now. He can hold the grudge, or let the curdling anger go, let the darkness coiled ready in his muscles, the tense and agitated feeling release in a slow exhale instead of exploding out or pulling back.

He likes Roxas, and so the choice is not so hard.]

It's okay.

[His hand claps briefly to Roxas' shoulder, then reaches up to scruffle a little at the back of his hair, and then the replica stands, holding his chin in defiance to the city skyline beyond the parking lot.] ]

...Race you back?

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[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

[His eyes go a little wide at the shoulder touch and hair scrunch, and he wants to ask--really? Is it just as simple as that?

But he already knows that it is, and it isn't...and maybe moving forward is a better way to get past this than sitting around poking at the injury.]

You'll never beat me.

[And he's off, grinning and sure that Joe won't let him get far ahead.]