[IC, wandering from cabin to cabin in the void AS HE MAY HAVE BEEN DOING FOR A WHILE]

[cardoperatedboy]

Where is everything?!

Sora?!

Namine?!



((Back in a few, showering! Back!))

Comments

[cardoperatedboy]

[picks up some of the white thing.]

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

[<National Geographic> Wary and unsure, the animal approaches the dish. The man with the strange scent left it, and that's troubling because that scent has always meant pain and danger, but it's also hungry. Tentatively, it pokes at the food, looking for danger </National Geographic>]

[cardoperatedboy]

[sniffs, then shrugs and takes a mouthful.]

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

[cardoperatedboy]

It's okay!

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't serve them if they tasted bad.

[cardoperatedboy]

Well, I didn't know how they tasted.

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

You're welcome to try the others. Each picks up the flavour differently, though there is a common undertone.

[cardoperatedboy]

[yeah, definitely diving in, uh.]

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

Let me know if there are any you are partial to. I'll keep them in stock.

[cardoperatedboy]

Gonna keep feeding me, then?

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

It provides some measure of satisfaction.

[cardoperatedboy]

Woooooooooow, sentimental?

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

That would necessitate sentiment. You keep showing up hungry.

[cardoperatedboy]

I'm a growing boy, after all.

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

[eyes the empty dish]

So you are. I will endeavour to keep something on hand, then.

[cardoperatedboy]

You do that, housewife.

Tch, I should get going. If Namine and Sora are out there, I'll find them.

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

...

If Naminé is here, Kairi is here; and if Kairi is here, Sora is here. You'll find them eventually.

[cardoperatedboy]

And I can smell Namine, even if I can't pin it down right now. So I'll find 'em, yep.

See you next time.

[leaves his plate, lulz, heads to the door.]

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

[well. at the moment, you're a guest. but there is so a chore wheel in your future, young man.]

Until next time.

[cardoperatedboy]

[waves without looking back, heads out, shuts the door firmly behind him]

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

Well. Better, at least.

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

[cleans up the dishes]

[... and sees something that was previously hidden behind the rim of the bowl, silver and shining]

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

... forgotten?

[looks at the door, long shut]