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[heartismyown]

[It begins with a crash, the flutter of pages as the book clatters open on the floor. The unmistakable thud of something hard hitting wood, and the crack as it splinters in the keyblade's wake. The noise repeats itself again and again.]

No. No no no.

[He's infuriated because anger is the most comforting emotion he has, the one he is most familiar with. His voice cracks a little though as he makes a mess of his room. The sounds of his anger begin to slow, and it ends in one simple thud as he hits the ground, breathless. His voice comes through hoarse and worn out, full of sorrow.]

Lea's gone.

[The words spoken barely above a whisper.]

Comments

[heartismyown]

[He shakes his head a little.]

I don't know but I did talk to her. I'm not sure she liked me much. I didn't really know anything helpful.

[fierybluebird]

She underestimated you. She's used to pirates who only brag, and she's used to people who purposely hide what they know, unlike you and me, who know more than we can ever tell, and that's why we can't sift through it all.

She and I discussed it already. We had a fight back then -- ah, don't tell Thatch that. Ever. But we fixed it now.

Try talking to her again. Tell her you understand now that most people don't actually travel space so quickly, but you always took it for granted before, so you didn't know it was unusual. She'll come around. Eventually.

[Head pats.]

She thinks differently and... you know how you liked to read books about people? Tell her that. She does too. You two are not so different actually. But it's deeper inside where it's harder to see, eh?

[heartismyown]

People underestimate me a lot.

[This actually doesn't bother him so much.]

I wasn't trying to hide anything, I just got confused and I'm not good at explaining things. It's not her fault, probably. You shouldn't fight about stuff like that.

[He nods a little.]

I do like reading books...

[fierybluebird]

I know. I fought with her over me, don't worry. [Scrunches his fingers through Roxas' hair.]

She loves reading, so make sure she gets to know that.

[heartismyown]

You tell me stuff like that and I never remember. Maybe next time you should go with me, because I will probably do the same thing I did last time we talked.

[He lets out a little sigh. That feels nice, even though he's supposed to be moping.]

[fierybluebird]

[Laughs softly.] If you want. But you underestimate how selfish I am. I get so little time with either of you now that you're not on my ships that any time I have I hate to share.

[heartismyown]

Oh, well then, you should keep her to yourself and don't worry about me knowing her. Then you could spend the time with her.

[fierybluebird]

[Laughs.] Maybe. Or maybe I'll combine it and squeeze two of my favorite people in at once, eh?

Or kidnap you and take you back here so I can spoil you whenever I want, eh?

[heartismyown]

I don't know, whatever works I guess.

[He nuzzles Marco's head. He doesn't know about the kidnapping thing, part of him would say yes right now, but he's not sure if he'd regret it. He's not fit to make any kinds of decisions really.]

[fierybluebird]

[Ruffles his head.] Don't worry Owlet, I'll take care of it. No matter what.

[heartismyown]

I know you will.

[He's quiet for a moment.]

Your soup thing smells good.

[Even if he's not going to eat it.]

[fierybluebird]

Good, because I'm hoping I can get you to taste some and tell me if it tastes as good as it smells. [Marco won't make Roxas fake anything, but he will ask him to try.]

[heartismyown]

[He seems to think about that a moment, before nodding.]

I can do that. To help you.

[fierybluebird]

Thank you Owlet of my heart. [Makes a fiery heart with his hands.]

[heartismyown]

[This gets a little smile out of him.]

Nice trick. I like it.

[fierybluebird]

You want to learn how to do it yourself?

[heartismyown]

I can't make fire the same way you can!

[fierybluebird]

Just make a heart with your hands, yoi.

[heartismyown]

[He slides his arms down so Marco can see it and makes a little heart with his fingers.]