[ log: bitty!roxas & sora; keyblades and ice cream ]

[keywholed]

[ another day, another of Twilight Town's perpetual sunsets. it's easing into autumn around the town now, but that isn't going to stop small kids being small kids, ie running around town with reckless abandon as much as their parents will let them. especially when the small children in question have Hayner-i'm-almost-five-now as a ringleader. and especially not when said ringleader has challenged his three friends to a race.

it's getting pretty late; the streets are almost empty of people now, market street and tram common winding down for closing time, and they should all probably think about heading home soon. but there's always time for one more race. especially when there's ice cream and pocket money at stake ("last one there buys the ice cream next time!").

so the four of them are busy racing along the quiet streets creating probably much more noise than they should be, Roxas about level with Olette and trying to catch up with Hayner, who's already managed to get ahead. perfectly normal evening. absolutely no chance of anything out of the ordinary happening. right? ]

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[keyderp]

[Nothing extraordinary. Nothing whatsoever.

Sora doesn't really know what's happening, shaken up from a rough and, well, mostly involuntary journey through the Lanes Between. Do sunsets get shooting stars?

Really, really big and bright ones?

Apparently they do. Sora crashes hard on a grassy hilltop, glad for his armor that saved him from most of the damage. Deactivating it with a quiet groan, he decides he'll just lay there for a few minutes. It's a pretty sunset. And really, he hurts kind of everywhere.]