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3rd Day [Text]

[He's been thinking about this a lot. Since he got over the shock of the mansion showing up, and since people started returning from it unscathed. He's not sure if that's a good thing or not, since he doesn't know if he'll go through the same thing.

But at some point he needs to know. Deep down, he knows he can't keep running. At least this time, it's his choice, and he's not being forced into anything.

He's off by himself, keeping things to text in an effort to stay anonymous, though who knows how effective that will be.]

How do you deal with something that's bothering you?

[That should be vague enough.]

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Not a problem. We all have rough days.

You'd still help me though?

Of course. Everyone needs to help each other out.

[He hasn't had a lot of luck with strangers. But he remembers York trying to be helpful before, and maybe, it might help.]

Alright.

Want to meet up somewhere, then?

Alright.

I'm in Twilight Town.

We can meet by the job board, if that's okay.

Yeah. I'll be there.

[York hurries over to the designated meeting place. Hopefully a face to face meeting will be okay; it sounds like the person - Roxas, he guesses - is pretty down. Everyone needs a chat sometime, and York is always good for that, though.]

[Roxas is already there. He's pressed himself up against the wall, almost as if he is trying to become it. His head is swimming as he tries to figure out if this is a good idea.

At least until a rubber ball bounces off his head.]

Flipper, stop that!

[The R&R Seal does not look apologetic. In fact, it's outright snickering.]

Is this a new friend or a new enemy?

[Probably friend, but it's definitely not a dream eater York's seen before. At least it was distracting Roxas from the funk that he was in, even if it was doing it by tossing things at his head.]

A new friend. I won him in the struggle tournament.

[Flipper squeaks and starts bouncing his ball again. Roxas keeps a eye on him, in case he decides to throw it at him again.]

I'm still training him though.

That's a pretty cool prize.

[They could work around to what was bothering Roxas. York hadn't had much to do with kids recently, but he'd been decent with them before. But then, kids here seemed to be more grown up than he'd have expected from back home, unless it was a colony kid who'd been under siege. Hm. Maybe that was something to think about.]

It would be cooler if he stopped throwing stuff at my head.

[But he supposed the seal was alright. Useful in a fight and that was what mattered.]

Maybe it wants to play catch with you.

[Yeah, okay, this talking around things wasn't working.]

I tried.

[The look on his face says it didn't work and the seal snickers again. Roxas looks up and down the street.]

If this conversation's gonna happen, can we go somewhere less open?

Sure. Where to?

[The station tower would work; not many people would want to climb that without a reason.]

[Roxas looks around, trying to find the best spot.]

I guess the clock tower's the most private place.

[It's still hard to go up there though. Doesn't look like any of this will be easy.]

Sounds good.

[York started to head up the hill. Something was weighing on the kid; he only hoped he could help Roxas more than he'd been able to help Wash since getting here.]

[Roxas sits away from the edge when they get to the top. Normally, he'd sit on the edge and look out at the town and the sunset but he's not in the mood for that. With everything weighing on him and his memories, it's hard to even do that.

He looks around, blankly.]

I don't really know where to start.

[It helps to know what's bothering someone, but Roxas might not want to share. They can start there, though, and work out from that point.]

Well, we can start off with general stuff. I saw your post to Wash, a while back; are you worried about the crack in the wall?

[He'd noticed Roxas was wary of it.]

Yeah. Well, not just the crack, but what's behind it.

The mansion.

Did something happen there?

[Roxas nods, trying to find the right words.]

Yeah, something did.

That's hard to explain though.

[York nods. Sometimes things could be too hard to put into words. Especially the really terrible stuff.]

You don't have to tell me about it if you don't want to.

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Just going to fast forward them if that's alright.

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