beside the main campfire, late saturday evening

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

It's late Saturday evening, and Roxas is kind of sitting there reading a book in the dim fading light.

Or, it looks like he's reading a book anyway. The book's open a little less than halfway, and his eyes are on the page.

But they're not really moving. He almost looks like he's asleep with his eyes open, except that he occasionally blinks.

Someone's distracted.

[OOC: Open to anyone! Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?]

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[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

He chewed on a thumbnail for a minute, a small smile playing his grin.

"I'm not a pushover, I assure you."

His eyes flit back to his own cabin, and he looks back at Demyx.

"I should probably..." he gestured to Platypus. "You know."

He probably weighs as much as a feather pillow. It'd be rather easy to drag him off anywhere.

"Which cabin are you in?"

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"Cthulhu," Demyx replied, waving to where the cabin stood. "Wanna come over and see the cabin?" Even if Roxas was light, Demyx wasn't that strong. He was pretty skinny and light himself.

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"Sure. I don't need to go to sleep yet," he says, and bends to pick up his book as he moves to Demyx's side. "Lead the way."

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

Demyx took Roxas' hand and led the way up to Cthulhu (http://electric-sitar.livejournal.com/16961.html) cabin.