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[30 Dec 2010|10:32pm] |
Who: bb!Roxas and bb!Nero
When: Um like 10 years before the current canon storylines I guess? And like, late afternoon I guess
Where: Twilight Town's sandlot. Obviously, this is very much AU, if you haven't guessed already, lawl
Open/Closed: Closed
It was just another day in Twilight Town, the constant evening sun giving the town a soft orange glow. And like a lot of days in Twilight Town, five year old Roxas was wandering the streets. He was happy actually, because he'd finally saved up enough money from chores to buy himself a sea-salt ice cream bar, so he did just that.
He was on his way from Market Street to the Sandlot, carrying the ice cream in one hand while eating it, and in his other hand he dragged a little red wagon behind him. The red wagon was filled with little plastic shovels, buckets, and sand castle molds. He always waited until later in the afternoon to come out and play because, well, he wanted to avoid the other kids, who liked to make fun of Roxas because he was smaller than them. Sometimes he was able to avoid them, other times he wasn't so lucky. But hey, at least today he had his ice cream. That made everything better.
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