sora catchall

[papasha]

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W1 Monday morning

[reconnective]

[where is blanca? regardless of his location, sora seems to be hunting him down with...a plate of scrambled eggs and toast. whenever he does find him though he approaches with his offering and grins.]

Hey. Can I pick your brain about some things?

[papasha]

[Catch him wandering close by the kitchen, to make it easier. He's surprised! But then smiles at the gesture while taking the plate of eggs and toast.]

Thank you, Sora. It smells very good. [His expression softens a bit.] Sure.

Let's sit.

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Sounds good. [he nods and begins to lead to the dining area so they can sit. Blanca also gets a fork, Sora isn't going to make him eat with his hands. as they settle to sit, Sora folds his arms on the tabletop and seems to relax.]

...how are you doing after the last couple of days?

[papasha]

[Blanca eating scrambled eggs with his hand... Actually, he'd just use the toast to pinch it up probably, so it's fine. He takes a seat by Sora.

He does not eat with his mouth full, thankfully.]

I'm adjusting. A little curious, a little worried. How about you?

[reconnective]

[i know you meant talk but there's something super funny about not eating with his mouth full. anyway.]

About the same as anybody, I guess. Adjusting. I don't want to think this is gonna be a new, normal thing but...I wanted to see what people thought about it. And about what Virid said yesterday.

[papasha]

[i. am laughing so hard. WOW, i have no excuse other than being tired.]

You mean... about our memories? [A pause.] Are you worried about people being desperate enough to kill to keep their memories to themselves?

[(riku voice) haha]

[reconnective]

[please go to sleep.]

Yeah. And I dunno, maybe? It happened to Virid, so why wouldn't it happen for other people if they really felt like they had to? Sometimes...people who are really desperate will do anything. Even if they normally wouldn't.

[papasha]

You're right, they may. If the memory is important enough to them.

[He peers at Sora.]

I suppose it depends on whether or not you believe your memories make you who you are.

[reconnective]

[he's not entirely sure if blanca's expecting an answer, or if he's just saying his opinion, but sora decides it's worth explaining his thoughts anyway. blanca's someone who seems like he's levelheaded enough to talk to about stuff like this and it's half the reason he went to find him.]

They do, but I also don't think they're ever really gone from us even when we forget.

w2 monday

[reconnective]

[i hope blanca is having a nice day just hanging out on the deck of the ship, relaxing with the calm ocean waves and seasalty air. however, what he probably wasn't expecting was a breakfast pastry falling from the sky and nearly beaning him in the head. luckily, it is soft.

double-luckily, the culprit pokes his head out of the crow's nest and looks over the edge with a grin. he's also wearing this, so blanca might just see the hat first tbh.]

Oops. Sorry Blanca!

[papasha]

[What in the WORLD?

The breakfast pastry gets him right in the head. If it had been dangerous, he would have absolutely been a dead man. Startled, his hand comes snapping up, and the palm catches the pastry that falls into it.

Blinking, he looks back over his shoulder up toward the sound of the voice. THIS CHILD. Blanca is in this, btw.]

You have quite a good aim, Sora. I'm impressed.

[reconnective]

[sometimes these things happen. he laughs though even while leaning over the edge to hear him better.]

It wasn't totally on purpose! But I guess I've had some practice. [glad they're in dorky pirate gear together.] It should still be good though if you're hungry.

[papasha]

[He lifts the pastry up at Sora briefly, in show and in thanks, and then has a small bite off the edge. His other hand shields his eyes over his brows.]

You must be a good climber, too, to get into the crow's nest. I remember being young once, and full of energy.

[reconnective]

[it's a tasty pastry i hope blanca enjoys.]

You say that like you're really that old. [he rolls his eyes.] Didn't I tell you I'm from an island? Lots of trees.

[but even as blanca starts to answer he'll begin to climb down...]

[papasha]

[He turns and walks over to the nest to wait for Sora at the bottom. Please don't just down on top of him just because you're use to floating with your scrawny legs out in KH world.]

An island boy, hm? Very different from me. My home was landlocked. Only lakes and rivers for us.

[reconnective]

[and that's how blanca died. in all seriousness he climbs down all the way and jumps down the last couple of inches, mindful of his burns still.]

I can't really imagine that. We've always lived right by the ocean. Our island's kind of small but there's lots of caves and trees and stuff. Plus you could always walk right out the front door and the beach was right there.

[papasha]

[He laughs some as Sora drops down.]

That sounds nice. I moved to the Caribbean for the beaches, too. It was warm and relaxing.

[Oh. He's finished the pastry. Haha! Big boy.]

w4 monday

[reconnective]

[well. he's clearly already been here, given what he's wearing but as sora enters the clothing store again he seems to be browsing more than anything. it also appears that he's not alone, given he almost runs right into someone familiar.]

Find something you like? [good morning blanca.]

[papasha]

[He is standing in front of a beaten up old mirror in a uniform, staring somewhat intently at his reflection. The outfit strangely looks like it fits him perfectly, something about the breadth of his shoulders, how he holds them, how straight he is.

The question pulls him into focus, and he turns, the corners of his lips flickering with a small smile.]

Hello, Sora. I'm still looking, I think.

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[that sure is something. sora tilts his head as he assesses the outfit himself, all too aware that it seems like something made just for blanca.]

Well there's plenty to look at. [he wants to ask about it, but...hm.] Want some help? I found some stuff for Alex when the port was here and we were looking around.

[papasha]

[SORA LOOKS VERY CUTE, AT LEAST.]

I would appreciate it, if you wouldn't mind. I'm not terrible with clothes necessarily, but I wouldn't decline any advice.

[reconnective]

[it happens when you're a child.]

I can definitely try. To be honest, I've been getting my clothes from the fairies for the last couple of years. But there should be something here that you can work with...what's your favorite color anyway?

[is he absolutely just blowing past the part about the good fairies? yeah.]

[papasha]

[The fairies. Well. Blanca ALSO blows by the part about the good fairies. Sora has a wild imagination clearly.]

I don't mind too much as long as it fits me. [Big Boi problems.] I like red and black, but I wear white sometimes as well.

[reconnective]

[just wait until blanca sees disneyland.]

Yeah, that would probably be the most important part. [he's already moving to another rack to start looking.] Red and black are my favorites right now, too. [given. all of his outfits from said-fairies.] Black pants can't be too hard to find.

[digdigdig.] I've been thinking about this place a lot since I got here, and this is definitely the outlier. [it's so calm? and quiet? like what.]

[papasha]

[He follows Sora over to the racks to help search for someone beside a weird old military uniform. There's some decent shirts, he thinks.

He pulls a few out to glance them over.]

You mean this new place we've been given?

[He looks over the rack, somewhat amused by Sora's pondering.]