[Voice/Action for crew]

[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]

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.]