♚ 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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[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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[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.]