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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[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

Demyx crept up on the distracted boy, then leeeeeeaned over him to peer over his shoulder at the book he was reading. "...Is it any good?" he asked after a moment.

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

Roxas, contrary to physical appearances, is not having a heart attack.

He does glare at Demyx a little, though.

"Jeez, warn a guy, would you?" he says, thinking his heart's about to burst out of his chest.

He pauses for a second.

"It's not bad."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Against her better judgement, Mac wandered over to the main campfire. She gave the guy who seems to be staring through his book a slightly funny look.

"You alright there?" she asked carefully, as she sat down.

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"What is there to warn about?" Demyx asked curiously. "And how is that interesting? It's just a book. Books are boring unless they're about sex. Is it kama sutra?"

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

There is a little more undignified choking.

"Is it what? NO!"

He's torn between dying and laughing, and the laughing wins out.

"It's not about sex!"

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

He blinks, looks down at the book and looks around to see who's talking to him.

"What? Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you."

He closes the book without marking the page, leaving it dangling out of his hand.

"I was pretty out of it, huh?"

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"No? Aww..." Demyx snapped his fingers. "Damn. It's boring, then! How can you read it??"

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

"I go from word to word, and they make up sentences," he says with a smirk. "It's about pirates."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"You hadn't moved for a while," Mac said leaning forward nearer to the fire. "It was a toss up between you just having a massive concentration span or someone getting you with a freeze ray." She's probably being literal there.

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

"Probably lack of concentration. Got bored with the book or something, just started zoning out, staring at the fire."

The fire was pretty. Warm.

"I'm just trying to pass the time until I'm tired, you know?"

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"Pirates??" Demyx blinked. "OH! Like that one movie about the pirates that have a lot of sex and then have to run from cg skeletons?"

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

"..."

He's trying hard not to blink.

"No. There's no sex. Just pirates."

Although sometimes Roxas wishes there was sex. Just not with the pirates. Because he's fairly sure they haven't washed in about forever.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." Mac nodded. "I get that," she said. "Problem with these cabins is that if you're a late night person, you feel like you're keeping everyone else up with you."

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Damn." Demyx snapped his fingers. "That'd make it a lot more interesting! Don't you agree?" It was rather obvious that peronal space wasn't something he was familiar with, considering he practically had his chin on Roxas' shoulder.

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

Roxas doesn't particularly mind people invading his personal space. He just sort of freezes up a little when they get that close.

He clears his throat.

"Yeah, I suppose. Only, there aren't any girl pirates."

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"....So? Better than way. You don't know Larxene." Demyx shuddered. "She'd turn you off of girls for the rest of your life."

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

He nods. "Yeah. And it's not like I'm a late night person. It's just weird being here. I'm not doing enough to tire myself out like at home."

He puts the book down, and holds his hand out. "You're Mac, right? You're in the 'Goth Eye' workshop with me."

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

He raises his eyebrows.

"Does she go here?"

He'll ignore the rest for the minute. One thing at a time.

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"No, thank all the gods. If she was, I'd be out of here before you could blink! And I think Naminé would die of fright; not that I'd blame her a bit!" Demyx liked to talk. Was it obvious?

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Right." Mac grinned, and took his hand. "Impressive memory... Mine, really not as good," she admitted apologetically. "Sorry."

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

"I've always had a good memory. No worries."

He smiles, a little, and shakes her hand.

"Roxas."

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

Not obvious at all. Nope.

"Namine seemed very quiet. I've only talked to her once, though. She thought I was... well, Roxas. Same as you."

He puts the book down, reaching to rub his arms. Even although he's sitting close to the fire, it's a little chilly.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Nice meeting you, Roxas," Mac said, smiling at him. "With any luck, I'll actually remember the name now."

"New here, I guess?"

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"We both know a Roxas...who's you, but not you at the same time. This place is crazy like that." He put his arms around Roxas, hugging him. "Cold? I'm not Axel, but I'm sorta warm. Right?"

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

He clams up for a second, and then just leans back against Demyx. He wasn't familiar, but there was something there besides spending an evening talking to him.

"You're kinda warm, yeah," he admits with a small smile. He closes his eyes for a minute, taking one deep breath after another. "...Who's Axel?"