platypus cabin, saturday morning

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

Being lost at your new school: sucks.

Eventually finding your way to the campsite again: doesn't suck quite as much.

Finally finding your bed (B3, comfier than sleeping in the woods all night): priceless.




Although really, someone should probably wake the boy up. It's well past breakfast time and he's actually yet to meet anybody.

Damn antisocial emo blonde boy.

[OOC: Because I fail at staying awake to actually post him coming back to camp last night, the return to his cabin is all handwaved. Blah. Stupid GMT hours :D

Anyway! As it says, feel free to poke the boy and wake him up.]

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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was slightly curious about the other cabin mate, so carefully and quietly, did she make her way over to the other alcove. It was getting pretty late, right? Or later. Later than breakfast time anyway.

She noticed that he was still asleep. It was a he right?

"Hey," she said quietly, just really wanting to make sure he was okay. Not dead or anything.

Then louder, "Hey!"

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

He's definitely a he. Pees standing up and everything.

He yawns as he rolls over, looking up at her.

"Whaaaaaat?"

Just because he speaks, however, does not mean that he's awake!

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She raised her brows, "You're missing breakfast...or something." She planted her arms across her chest and didn't seem to be moving.

He was going to get up. She was going to meet this new person. Oh yes.

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

One eye opens (very, very blue), and looks at her.

"I missed breakfast?" he says in his very sleepy voice. It's possible he's half faking it.

He's not faking the yawn, though. And at least when he sits up in bed he's already dressed from the previous night. He had the courtesy to slip his shoes off when he came into the cabin, though, but he's rubbing at his eyes, yawning some more, ruffling his hair up.

"Didn't think I'd sleep that long."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Oh, very blue eye. But she has blue eyes too. Maybe not as blue but comparable at the very least. Yep.

"You could be." Not that Annette was cooking anything, geeze. She was not a cook.

She looked him over, took in his rumbled sleepy state. "When did you get in cause I never saw you last night. I, uh, fell asleep pretty fast I think."

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

He shrugs.

"Late. After midnight, I think. I got kinda lost on the way down."

He stretches, ruffling his hair some more to try and get it into some semblance of style, and slips off his bed.

"I'm Roxas, by the way. Just new here."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"I'm Annette," she said, taking a step back when gets up. Didn't want to invade his personal space anymore than she was.

"Not new." She stares at his hair and arches a brow. "Nice to meet you Roxas." And she thrusts her hand at him.

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

He stares at her hand for a second, and then shakes it. "Sure."

He lets her hand go, his hand going to the back of his neck, and sort of... looks at her.

"So, uh. Thanks for waking me. I could've probably slept through until Sunday."

He feels like he still could. As is, he sort of just starts walking towards the door.

"You been fed yet? Do they feed you in this place or do we need to go hunting or something?" he asks with a grin back at her.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette looked down at her hand after he let it go. Was there something wrong with her hand? She didn't have cooties or nothing. What was wrong with her hand?

She follows him, "Um. I don't think we go hunting." Taking him literally, despite his grin. "I have poptarts?"

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

There's absolutely nothing wrong with his hand. It's just been a long time since he's had to shake anybody's hand - he's known everyone he's known for a long time.

"I think I can live with poptarts. I think."

Which means, in boyspeak, 'Good God I'm starving where is the food AAARGH."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She gave him a bright smile, "Follow me then." Annette wandered over to where she left her box. Right. Sitting on the floor by the chair. Picking it up, she handed it to him, just as Angel her kitty, poked her head out from under the couch and went to pounce on Roxas feet.

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

The cat lands on his feet as he takes the box from her, and as small as the cat's claws are, he's suddenly wishing he'd kept his shoes on.

Flatly, he says, "Ow."

His eye twitches.

"Ow."

But he's okay. Big brave boy.

"And you said we wouldn't have to go hunting," he jokes.

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

[OOC: HER hand. HER hand. Man, my brain isn't switched on today XD]

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke came out of his alcove with his hair all sticky-uppy. "Let me guess," he said blearily. "You're Roxas. I'm Luke."

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

Roxas' hair is naturally sticky-uppy. Especially when he's still in bed.

He hears a voice that sounds as bleary as his own would if he'd deign to talk, so instead he answers with an, 'Nnn-hhn."

The blonde hair peeking out from under the covers.... spins around. Roxas has turned over! (Success. Kind of.)

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke, sadly, was totally a morning person.

"Wake up!" he chirped. "The sun's been up for hours and there's people to meet! Maybe you'll find an unknown relative, too!"

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Apologies; had to flee for the night.]

"I'm up, I'm up."

An eye appears.

"I know all my relatives. Thank you."

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"I thought I did, too," Luke said, "then I ran into a niece from my future in town yesterday. Up, up, up!" he continued cheerily.

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

He groans and flops out of bed, picking himself up. He's still dressed from yesterday.

"I'm up, I'm up."

In fact, pretty much everything about him is up. His hair, his collar. He looks like he just woke up. Uh. Which he totally did.

"Neice from the future, huh," he says and runs a hand through his hair. It doesn't help.

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke nodded. "To go with my father who looks about five years older than me," he commented. "My family's strange."

Water is also wet if we're naming things that are obvious.

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

He just kind of blinks.

"Young parents, or is something weirder here than the fact that the school's in ruins?"

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"This school sets new standards for weird," Luke said. "In our case, the timelines don't exactly, um, match up."

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

"That's weird," he says. "And I think that's probably understating the obvious. I'm not going to run into myself when I'm older or anything, or-"

The girl who thought she knew him.

"Or people who know me in the future. Right?"

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"I'd say yes, but I'd probably be steering you wrong," Luke admitted.

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

He frowns.

"I met a girl who I think knew me. But I didn't know her. It was strange."