All I want for Christmas is...

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[Christmas isn't always a fairytale. It's not always about Santa, or getting presents. Not always about families, not always about togetherness.]

[Sometimes, Christmas equates to isolation. It's something Roxas has gotten used to.]

[Here in the orphanage, plenty of kids are getting excited over the season. It's the season to be jolly-- and the season for couples to feel that little pang of longing, to have a young one of their own bouncing into their room, ripping the colorful paper off presents and beaming up at the camera that will capture them for ages to come.]

[So the orphanage opens it's doors, lets more people in than usual and gives the children a chance to be at their best- playing, fighting, crying; laughing, in front of the many potential mothers and fathers that look their way. Roxas just doesn't understand it.]

[So he stays out of the way, under a tree with his little black book, and writes about far off worlds with disappearing cats and talking caterpillars, because when you don't know what you're missing--]

[How can you want it?]





[OOC: Meet a smaller Roxas than usual- around eight years old and brimming with confusion over the current events. Essentially playing up his lack of understanding to both christmas and family, so-- feel free to pull him from that isolation.]

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;w; /Plays the big bro

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[Well, Sora isn't one to let Roxas always be on his own. Someone has to watch out for the younger children, so why not him? So, Sora will plop down nearby, a small stack of Christmas cookies and milk held in each hand.]

What'cha writing about?

lolol <3

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Um.

[Roxas pauses, carefully shifting so Sora can't see the page, noting down the end of the sentence and closing the pages, ducking his head shyly.]

Not much...

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

Come on, no reason to be shy.

[Here, Roxas. Have some cookies, and a glass of milk.]

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[With as much care as his little hands can put into it-- this is his book, after all, his gift from last Christmas-- Roxas places the journal aside, taking the glass of milk and a cookie with a quiet 'thank you'. Dunking the crumbly texture into the glass, he seems quite happy to simply chew for a moment.]

I was writing about Wonderland. Like that book with Alice in it.

One day, I wanna go there.