[It's one of those quiet days where Roxas isn't doing a whole lot. Mostly hanging out in his room, reading, with his cat curled up beside him. It's a moment where he actually feels okay, like things are right with the universe and for the moment, he can breathe a little. It says a lot that the door to his room is actually open.
The room itself is a mess, mostly with books and clothes haphazardly piled places with the vague sense of organization that maybe Roxas could explain if he tried hard enough. There's a few pictures on a relatively unused dresser, mostly of Roxas and the friends he'd made here. There's a layer of dust, more from Roxas's laziness than anything else, but one of the frames is face down.]
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The room itself is a mess, mostly with books and clothes haphazardly piled places with the vague sense of organization that maybe Roxas could explain if he tried hard enough. There's a few pictures on a relatively unused dresser, mostly of Roxas and the friends he'd made here. There's a layer of dust, more from Roxas's laziness than anything else, but one of the frames is face down.]