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roxas

[thread] so not a date... nope

Who: Roxas and Naminé
What: Masquerade~
When: Sometime in the beginning.
Where: The ballroom.
Rating: PG. C'mon guys XD;

Roxas felt like a pigeon. Or maybe a butler. Fancy clothes... were not his style at all. He liked t-shirts and baggy pants. Sure, it wasn't a fancy tuxedo, but... nice pants, nice shirt, nice jacket? It was suffocating. Not to mention the mask. That thing made Roxas feel... really weird. But it was supposed to be fun, right?

He hoped so. Fixing his mask, Roxas knocked on Naminé's door. He felt a little nervous. The reason why seemed to elude him, so he figured it just had to do with his constant fear of the Organization.

However, those thoughts were not going to ruin his night. He and Naminé deserved to have some fun. Or so he liked to believe.

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If it would have helped Roxas at all, Naminé would definitely tell him that her situation wasn't any better. She felt extremely out of place with what she was wearing to the point that she was blushing in embarrassment. After being so accustomed to wearing white and only white, the light blue dress she was wearing made her seem so — unlike her? It either made her eyes seem to blue or her hair too blonde, in her opinion, so she was hoping the mask would help ease it out.

It didn't, or as she thought, it made it seem worse. Would the lack of sleeves make her cold? She huffed a little.

But Naminé nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden knock on the door, a sudden motion sending her crayon box flying off the desk and onto the floor with a small crash. She squeaked, falling to her knees and flailing to get the crayons that had managed to jump out of the box. "J-Just a minute!" She called out, settling on just bringing them together in one tiny pile before stumbling to her feet and running to the door.

Pulling the door open slightly enough to reveal at least half of her body, Naminé swallowed and mustered a small smile as a greeting. ".. Hi."

Wow. That was the first that popped into Roxas' head when Naminé opened the door. She looked really different. Different, but not bad. To him, it seemed like she looked more alive. Color didn't look bad on her. Not at all.

... why was it so warm in the hall? Roxas rubbed the back of his neck, wanting more than ever to burn the fancy jacket he had thought it necessary to wear.

Realizing he hadn't said anything for more than a few moments, Roxas smiled at the girl before him. "You look really nice, Naminé. Are you ready?"

He didn't know if he was.

For a few seconds there, worry had settled on Naminé's expression at the lack of reaction from Roxas. It vanished as quickly as it came, however, when Roxas smiled back and she released the small breath she had been holding. Okay, this was good, nothing to worry about.

But she was embarrassed a bit further at the compliment, seemingly not used to those kinds of things. "Thank you," she replied, gaze flickering to the floor quickly while she continued. "So do you."

Afterward, Naminé stepped slightly forward and out of the room, closing the door behind her and giving him a nod. "I am! Let's go that way." Naminé suddenly pointed at the staircase on the far side of the hall, which wasn't frequently used by those on the floor.

"Ha... thanks," Roxas fought to keep himself from turing pink. He failed, but he hoped the mask his at least some of his embarrassment. Apparently, he wasn't used to compliments like that, either.

He began to lead the way to the staircase, looking behind to make sure Naminé hadn't disappeared or something like that. "This should be fun. I've never been to one of these before." It didn't need to be said. Really, what Nobody had? Thinking about it, neither had Sora... but Roxas wanted to start up some sort of conversation before an awkward silence settled in.

Walking at a quick pace to catch up to him, she gave a good look around before she finally calmed down. The infamous "Ghost Cook" had mentioned they would be lounging around in case she needed anything, so she was better off being safe and keeping a look-out so .. Roxas didn't freak out? She still didn't know why he was so cautious when it came to Ghost Cook, but still. At least they wouldn't be appearing in the masquerade?

"Me either," she replied, feeling a bit silly to say that. "It'll be different." Naminé nodded thoughtfully, tapping her chin with a finger. Roxas had yet to mention anything about the Organization — which was a good thing, since he worried about it a lot. Then again, she did too.

"Different's a good word for it too," Roxas agreed with a small smile. He shoved his hands in his pockets as they walked down the stairs, resisting the urge to look back over his shoulder. He didn't want to alarm Naminé. She shouldn't have to feel afraid because of the Organization. Neither of them should.

... which would have been so much easier to say if Roxas had a way to fight back. He sighed quietly and shoved his hands into his pockets before looking over at Naminé. "Thanks for coming with me."

Naminé gave Roxas a sidelong glance, the sigh managing to reach her ears just barely. Had she said something she wasn't supposed to say? The thought troubled her and she looked down at the floor, stifling a sigh of her own. Maybe she was just being too overly conscious.

Her eyes widened a little at the last thing he said, brows furrowing slightly in confusion until she shook her head, regaining her old smile and looking back at him. "I should be thanking you for offering to take me." Naminé mumbled, grasping a handful of her skirt as she reached the last step, not wanting to trip. Afterward, she released it, smoothing it out.

He continued to lead the way, heading to where he thought the ballroom was. He had an odd talent at memorizing layouts of places. No doubt it was thanks to Sora. Roxas pushed away any feelings of resentment and forced a small smile onto his face. He was happy.

"Ah, well... you could have always have said no. That would have been embarrassing," he laughed nervously before reaching the doors. He wasn't sure what to expect beyond them. Friends? Enemies? Those in between?

A hand checked his mask one final time. Sure, he might look and feel like an idiot in it, but he was glad for it as well. It'd probably keep him out of trouble.

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