[It's like this funny calming sensation in his tummy. It starts as butterflies, except they're warm-- and it goes through his entire body, taking away the chill in the air and leaving him quite cozy, really.]

['As Alice fell down the rabbit hole...' He's putting his journal to the side before Sora even approaches him, knowing that he's waiting and not really sure why. No one usually comes near him-- he doesn't get the same greetings that the other kids do. So why would someone single him out?]

[It just doesn't seem odd at all, to keep his gaze focused on the opening of the branches. To watch someones feet- he's not dressed for the weather; he'll catch a cold- pause by the entrance, shifting aorund slightly before letting themselves in, encroaching on personal space which isn't usually open but this time, this time Roxas is pretty sure he can make an exception.]

I'm writing stories. [Is the calm reply Roxas gives him. His solemn little face isn't smiling, but it's relaxed. Calm.] About a girl who falls down a rabbit hole, and meets a vanishing cat and a talking caterpillar.

[His hands fumble with his scarf for a moment, before he's unwinding it from his own next and placing it about Sora's with childish unsteadiness, possibly tugging to hard and maybe tying it a bit oddly.]

You're gonna catch a cold.