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platypus cabin, saturday morning

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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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!"

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!

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.

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."

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."

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."

"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.

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.

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?"

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."

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.

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

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.

"Oh! Sorry!" Annette bends and retrieves Angel, hugging her to her neck. "Her way of saying hello. I think."

She grins, "No hunting. I'm positively sure of it." She flounces down into the chair behind her and hikes her legs over the arm, letting Angel rest on her stomach.

"So where are you from Roxas?"

He takes out a poptart and starts munching. Poptarts, contrary to popular belief, are also good for gesticulating wildly.

"That's alright. Just didn't expect cat-claws before breakfast. Didn't know we were allowed pets here, either."

Another shrug and he sinks into a chair opposite her.

"Twilight Town. You?"

Annette didn't know that. If Roxas would have mentioned it she would have stared at him blankly, thinking hard.

"Pets, yep. But that might depend on what kind of pet, also. I don't know."

She sets Angel back on the floor so she could go play.

"Twilight Town? That sounds pretty cool. I'm from Kansas."

He chews his lip for a second.

"I don't know where that is," he admits with a bit of a frown. "Probably a different continent or something."

Or a different world. But he doesn't know about the existence of other worlds. Yet.

"...it's here in the United States?" She offers, helpfully.

"And where is Twilight Town exactly?"

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

"Oh."

Now he feels dumb.

"Twilight Town's near Sunset Terrace," he says, and bites a half off the poptart, chewing thoughtfully. "Which is, uh. Somewhere. I kinda slept through the trip here."

Which is a lie. He spent most of the time in the bathroom on the boat and spent the trip on-land playing his hand-held game.

"Twilight Town, Sunset Terrace, these places sound amazing. Too bad you don't know where they are." She grinned, possibly teasing him.

"You've not had a chance to meet any of the other cabin mates yet, have you?"

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.)

He smiles.

"I grew up there. Know everywhere there is to know. You should see it when you sit on the Clock Tower. You can see for miles."

He's obviously very proud. It's probably rather sweet.

"Uh, no. I don't think there was anyone else here when I got registered, and then I kinda... got lost and when I came to bed everyone was asleep. So you're the first."

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!"

"Where is the Clock Tower and maybe I will? I would like to stare at something I'm not sure where it is for miles. That would be cool." Yep, she was still smiling.

"Ohh, getting lost sucks. Well, at least you met me. I feel honored that I'm the first."

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