The blond picked himself off of the floor only after scrounging around under that bed to pick the journal up. Hugging it close to his chest, he walked past the beds; the dresser with its drawer guts hanging out in a messy pile; and he placed two fingers against the cold door to the room. This wasn’t his room, though the atmosphere was just as cold. This was no part of the World that he had ever seen. It even smelled different – a bitter-edged smell that made his nose hurt.
Roxas thought he heard a sigh of relief, though he knew he hadn’t opened his mouth. Don’t worry, a small little feeling told him. Don’t worry, it sighed.
And he found that he couldn’t.
The door suddenly cracked open under his fingers. Clearly, old habits died hard - the Nobody had jumped back to the furthest wall from the opening, holding both arms out at his sides -
- To have nothing appear.
"Good afternoon, Keanu!" the nurse greeted cheerfully as Roxas stared at his hands, saying, "Huh?"
Nothing had appeared. He couldn't feel the Keyblades. They had always had an almost physical presence, even when he wasn't wielding them... was what happened to Xion (he remembered!) happening to him? That didn't make sense.
This wasn't the World That Never Was. It wasn't a world he recognized. And though it shouldn't matter that he was interacting with a local - the Organization was long behind him, and so were their rules - he was hesitant to respond to the woman.
"I'm Roxas," he finally decided, staring hard at the woman's face. It dropped for a moment, then her smile appeared as if to hide her momentary disappointment.
"Well, that's why you're here," she sighed to herself, bringing a clipboard up under her nose, making a short dot with the pencil she was carrying. "If you'd follow me, Keanu, I'll take you to the sun room."
Without much choice, Roxas followed the woman, a thousand questions all screaming in his head. The dark corridor that dropped him here had to be somewhere nearby...
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Roxas thought he heard a sigh of relief, though he knew he hadn’t opened his mouth. Don’t worry, a small little feeling told him. Don’t worry, it sighed.
And he found that he couldn’t.
The door suddenly cracked open under his fingers. Clearly, old habits died hard - the Nobody had jumped back to the furthest wall from the opening, holding both arms out at his sides -
- To have nothing appear.
"Good afternoon, Keanu!" the nurse greeted cheerfully as Roxas stared at his hands, saying, "Huh?"
Nothing had appeared. He couldn't feel the Keyblades. They had always had an almost physical presence, even when he wasn't wielding them... was what happened to Xion (he remembered!) happening to him? That didn't make sense.
This wasn't the World That Never Was. It wasn't a world he recognized. And though it shouldn't matter that he was interacting with a local - the Organization was long behind him, and so were their rules - he was hesitant to respond to the woman.
"I'm Roxas," he finally decided, staring hard at the woman's face. It dropped for a moment, then her smile appeared as if to hide her momentary disappointment.
"Well, that's why you're here," she sighed to herself, bringing a clipboard up under her nose, making a short dot with the pencil she was carrying. "If you'd follow me, Keanu, I'll take you to the sun room."
Without much choice, Roxas followed the woman, a thousand questions all screaming in his head. The dark corridor that dropped him here had to be somewhere nearby...