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[easytype.livejournal.com]

Huh. What's taking them so long?

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ fidgeting, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation. ]

M-maybe they're busy?

[easytype.livejournal.com]

So busy that they can't come greet me? Give me a break. Sora told me they've been waiting for me for a long time.

[ pauses, as if in thought. ]

Oh, and waiting for you too. I guess.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ ouch. sort of looks at the ground. ]

I'm sure they have a good reason...

[easytype.livejournal.com]

No reason is good enough to explain this.

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

... I'm sorry.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

S-should I go looking for them?

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

Hey... yeah, that'll help. Why didn't I think of that?

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ tilts his head in oliver's direction, deadpan stare. ]

Then what will happen? Oh, I know. You'll get lost. You're going to leave me alone here?

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

Ah! I'm sorry!

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

I won't leave you. I-I'll stay right here, then...

[shytype.livejournal.com]

[ oh, just a-walkin' up the stairs with Rob. turns his head to look at him, reaching over to take his hand. ]

I'm really excited!

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ grabs his hand & squeezes. ]

... yeah. Finally.

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[shytype.livejournal.com]

[ skips a little bit. ]

I know we've seen them before for a little bit, but I hope they like us!

[shytype.livejournal.com]

[ pouts a little bit. ]

... they'll like us, won't they?

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

They will.

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[shytype.livejournal.com]

Good, they'd better.

[ joking, obviously. ]

[shytype.livejournal.com]

Ah!

[ k they're there. knocks a few times & then opens the door. beams when he notices them on the couch. steps inside the room. ]

Simon. Oliver. Good afternoon~!

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

. . .

[ quietly observing. ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ not getting up from his comfortable spot on the couch. or opening his eyes. ]

You're late. I hope this isn't a habit of yours.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ somehow made it to the kitchen without getting lost. it's obviously a bad habit of his.

takes a look around, not really sure what to do with himself. just... leans quietly on a counter. in the corner. so he doesn't get in the way. ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ strolls into the kitchen like he owns the place. perks up when he spots prey oliver. ]

So what's there to eat around here?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ jumps in surprise, then settles down. glasses being adjusted, as usual. ]

I-- I don't know. H-haven't checked just yet.

[easytype.livejournal.com]

... not yet? What did you plan on doing in a kitchen?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

I d-don't know... [ shrinks back, noticing that he looks a little annoyed. ] I'm-- I'm sorry!

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ irritation already forgotten, jumping from cupboard to fridge to cupboard. he's more curious than hungry. ]

Hey, where do you think they keep the best snacks?