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@langit; text; backdated to 02/18

hi guys! so you know those memory rocks dropping outside? i really REALLY need to find mine! it's really important! really REALLY important! idk if you'll ever see my face in any of them but here's a selfie if you need it

[ Insert selfie! Big grin! ~~Just look at his icons, it's this goober.~~ ]

my hair's a lot shorter and my eyes look different but that's sort of what i'd look like!

anyway what's more important is my two friends! their names are donald and goofy and i think they'd be in a LOT of my memories
if you see them that's probably one of mine
i can't draw so i got a couple of my friends here to draw them

(i got one more! LOOK AT MARY'S!)

[ And lo and behold there are two files attached here! ]

[ Exhibit A: Naminé! ]

[ Exhibit B: Jason! ]

[ Exhibit C: Mary! ]

aren't they good? they look just like them!
(also people have told me that in their universes there are stories about my friends?? like they're on tv and stuff? that's pretty cool lol)
but yeah that's it i really need to find my memories
uh i don't have rewards or anything but if you want a favor or something when we meet up lmk and i bet i can do something for you!

okay, that's all. thanks!

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okaaaaaay okay sure
be there in an hour
see you soon!

[ And Sora's going to nyoom over there! And pause because he doesn't get the door - oh wait, it's because it's a tie. On his door. Dressed for success. Sora is actually going to laugh at that because he is a simple soul, okay.

Knock knock. ] Hey, it's me. Open up!

[Bless Sora's entire existence. He laughed at one of Masaomi's jokes. He is actually the best.

Sora's knock is followed by Masaomi knocking on the other side of the door. You know, instead of the door opening like it should have.]

What's the password?

[ He is a simple dude of simple pleasures. One of them is definitely bad jokes.

Sora rolls his eyes. ]

You're a delectable custard pudding, may I please come in? [ He doesn't care if there's a password or not, he just wants to remind Masaomi that was a thing that happened and he still thinks it's funny. ]

AM I EVER!

[He booms in his best stage voice as he opens the door. He greets Sora with a wide smile before stepping aside to finally let the guy in.

The room itself is sparsely furnished. The only signs that it's lived in are the unmade bed and the gel pens scattered across its singular table. On the edge of that table, lying on top of a graph notebook, is Sora's opal.]

Grab a pillow, and sit your ass down! Make yourself at home.

[ Well, uh, that's a welcome! Sora goes big eyed and takes a step back at the effusiveness before shaking himself and matching that grin, walking over the threshold. ]

Well, thanks! [ Sora looks around. Kind of empty, huh. He lived in a room that was kind of empty for a long time too.

Anyway, no time for that. Sora will give Masaomi a bit of a look before indeed grabbing a pillow and pretty much plopping down in the first open area he sees. ]

What's gotten into you? How bad did I flop? [ Seriously, Sora accepts that he's gotten into a lot of stupid nonsense in his lifetime. He's assuming that Masaomi got a taste of Donald getting in a cheap shot. Man, he misses Donald. ]

Well, you did admit that your best friends were a dog and a duck over the network. That was a pretty bad flop.

[He snickers as he grabs the last pillow and plops down opposite Sora at the table.]

But other than that, the only thing I can criticize is your aim.

[ Sora laughs a little. It'd be a worse flop in his eyes if they were here and admitting Sora was their best friend. ] They're better people than I'll ever be.

My aim? [ Sora pulls up his legs crisscrossed and makes a quick executive decision to hug the pillow for now instead of sitting on it. Maybe if his butt starts hurting later. ] What'd I miss?

[Oh. Masaomi's heard that line before. In his own head. He chooses not to comment and instead slides the notebook and colorful memory rock directly in front of Sora.]

An actual door, to start with. [He snorts, smiles encouragingly.] Look, I promise it's nothing like the one you found for me, okay? You totally saved a cute girl. I think she's got the hots for you.

[ And we are off to a roaring start with those similarities!

For his part, Sora's eyes sort of... narrow at that! Not that he's suspicious or anything, he's simply trying to think of which girl he saved in a spectacularly poor fashion. ]

A door...

[ That's the only detail that feels like it's specific to anything, but man, he's missed tons of things with that big doofy key of his. He pulls the notebook closer to himself and stares at it for a moment. He doesn't want to slap his hand on this one and spend days passed out, man. ]

How long is this one? [ He can spend a couple of minutes passed out, he thinks, if only because he's not great at guessing games and he's pretty sure that Masaomi is going to start to smell something fishy if he holds out on looking at it for much longer. (He's not... gonna get into the reincarnation thing with him. That conversation takes way too long.) ]

How long?

[Masaomi blinks. That's the first time anyone's asked him that question, but then again, when Masaomi had experienced Vanitas' memory, he'd been left in that desert for a very, very long time before it ended. After a moment, he shrugs.]

Coupla minutes, I guess? You guys seemed like you were in a hurry.

Okay. [ Sora nods cheerfully! ] If I pass out, here, don't freak out. Just leave me be for a couple of minutes and I'll wake up.

[ And with that incredibly ominous warning, he's just gonna slap his hand on top of the stone and... not pass out? What actually happens is that the memory will take its split second to filter into his head... And Sora will kind of wince once he comes back. Not at his hand, which is fine, but.

He looks back up at Masaomi, bewildered. Like. Is this? A memory to get excited about? In the way Masaomi did? A beat. ]

Yeah, definitely missed the door. Like, by a mile. [ Deadpan. Hey, what can you do? ]

Pass out?

[Masaomi parrots a moment too late. Sora's already touched the opal. He leans forward, tense as he waits to see... nothing out of the ordinary. Sora snaps out of it, looks up at Masaomi like he's confused, and then makes a joke. Masaomi blinks once, twice, but nothing seems out of place. He sighs, then slides back into a comfortable sitting position.]

Dude, you can't do that to me. My next death has to be way cooler than a heart attack! Were you expecting something else?

...Like a sucker punch?

[ Sora pulls a wry smile, then pulls the notebook toward himself. He looks up at Masaomi, questioningly. ]

Hey, uh, can I have a piece of paper from this? [ He taps the notebook with a finger. ] Or if it's important, do you have another piece of paper on you anywhere?

[ He's not actually avoiding the question, it's just a thought that struck him. Please hold. ]

Oh- Sure, grab a couple.

[Sora will have to flip past several pages of poorly drawn doodles - dragons and boobs and knights galore - to reach a blank page, but there are plenty for him to choose from.]

You gonna illustrate for me?

[ Wait, Masaomi draws? Man, how many blond artist friends can Sora pick up in this place? Gotta catch 'em all! His nose will scrunch a little at them tiddies, but he'll rip out a couple of sheets, answering Masaomi with a shake of the head. ]

I wish. Gonna wrap it up so I don't touch it again on the way home. [ And with that, Masaomi will be treated to the sight of Sora... very serenely folding a nice little packet for the stone to live in, matching the edges and creasing the folds with his nails. It's a tiny bit of an excuse for Sora to zone out and think about how to answer Masaomi's first question in the fewest amount of words possible. It's kind of become a game at this point. ]

Nah, although next time, definitely sucker punch me. I can take it. [ He scrunches his nose again. ] Just got some brain stuff going on. No big deal.

[ ... But if Sora doesn't know how to address his memory problems OR what just happened in the memory, how exactly does he proceed? Big questions, one tiny brain cell. ]

[Masaomi draws because he can't play videogames, hahasob.

Just gonna leeeeean back skeptically while Sora origamis up a rock pouch. Still, as obvious as it is that he knows there's more to this, he doesn't ask. They've already spilled enough to each other as it is. Anything else, Sora can choose to hand out whenever he damn well pleases. Despite his usual antics, Masaomi can be patient when he feels like it.]

Brain stuff. Gotcha. I'll be sure to aim lower.

[He's hilarious.]

Seriously though, you were so psyched earlier. I thought you'd be excited to be reminded of how amazing you are, not scared to even touch the thing. What's up?

[ You know, Sora is actually in the process of trying to fix the video game problem. Hey, he's never been huge on video games, but certain friends of his are. Sit tight, Masaomi!

He laughs, then ducks, playacting someone aiming a punch at him. ] Aaah, not the nose! [ But then he snickers, goes back to his paper. ]

I dunno. [ He looks down at the stone as he works. That was a long time ago, for him. He was. Kind of. A different person. (It's true, even if it doesn't feel like it.) (How many times does he have to remind himself of that before it finally sticks?) ] Don't get me wrong, it's important and I'm really glad you gave it back to me, but. It was just what I had to do. If I didn't, I.

[ And he closes his mouth because this isn't like telling Rosinante about the pirates, or Soldat about the stars. No, this is veering too close to that deep and small place in his heart that he tries to avoid. The one that feels like looking off the edge of very tall and knowing that there's something invisible in you and it's the only thing that's protecting you from throwing yourself off. ]

She would have died.

[ She doesn't belong to Sora. Not this thing. Not this thing that thinks it's Sora. ]

Dude, I don't think you realize just how many people can't do that anyway.

[Masaomi included. He'd been so sure of himself, so ready to do anything, give up anything for Saki's sake. None of that saved him from freezing up when she'd needed him most.

This isn't about him though.]

I thought it was seriously cool. You look, what, twelve when that all went down? You didn't even hesitate. If I was that chick, I'd be all over you!

[Is he puckering his lips and making kissy noises? He sure is.]

[ Sora looks up at Masaomi, surprised, maybe a little touched. Then flattens the look. Hey, this pillow is jetting at Masaomi's face. Duck. (Or not.) ]

Gross, bro.

[ Not that touched. (Okay, yes touched, but please stop making those noises.) ]

Fourteen. [ He clamps his mouth shut on the "I think." He's... fairly certain that's the right age by now, but he's not too sure. ] And it caused a whole bunch of other problems. [ He goes from comically offended to a bit morose again, but maybe with a bit of an edge so Masaomi knows he's not drowning in ~the emotions~ again. ] I don't regret it, but I wish there'd been a better way.

[Ducking is for quitters. Masaomi catches the pillow with a cackle.]

That's the trade-off, isn't it? It's the whole point. If it didn't cause problems, everyone would do it! But you took on those problems so she wouldn't have to. [He peeks around the edge of that pillow with a little, lopsided smile.] Right?

[ Sora makes a horrible face at him, dragging another pillow to him and properly sitting on it. If Masaomi tries it one more time, he's getting a butt pillow. Gosh. He's going back to folding this packet, man. He's grumbling. ]

I mean, yeah. Not like she had a Keyblade back then, she couldn't have done it. [ That was later, and everyone was very proud of her, and she rocked it. ] And. Well. I mean. [ He presses his lips into a line. Nah. Nope. He is not getting into his existential crisis right now. ] I didn't think about the problems. I didn't even know there'd be problems. I thought I was just going to die and that's it. It wasn't... supposed to go on after that.

But it did, and I had to fix all the problems I made, and I'd do it again. [ Sora frowns, putting the final touches on this little paper tube and inching it under the stone, pushing it along with a notebook like it's radioactive. ] That doesn't make me a hero. That just... makes me someone who cleans up after myself.

[Masaomi flops over the top of his new pillow with a worldly sigh. Sora's self-effacing ramble is equal parts endearing and tiresome. He wishes he had the right answer, a perfect response that would magically make Sora believe it when Masaomi tells him just how much Sora is everything Masaomi wants to be. Magic like that doesn't exist though, not even for headless shadow fairies.

He'll settle for the next best thing.]

So does that make your official title: Sora, the Amazing Interdimensional Janitor?

[ Sora's had some time to think about these things. A few years, give or take, and twenty years of perspective. Sort of. It's weird. Real weird. ]

Huh? [ Sora pauses in the middle of folding his little stone right up, tuts, then immediately decides not to be annoyed, because it's not like he's wrong. ]

Gee, got it in one. [ He laughs to himself, putting one last crease in this lil guy. There. Wrapped. He sticks it in his pocket. ] Just a professional, uh, world-hopping mopper. Broomer?

[ The mun realizes that this would be the perfect time to make an "okay broomer" joke, but Sora's not from the right time period. God damn it. ]

[Masaomi shakes his head with a snicker.]

At least go with something like sweeper, man! One of those words with tons of meanings that sound cooler than the one you actually mean.

[ Sora looks at Masaomi a bit blankly. Neither he nor Skyler ever really played video games, and Sora had never played war games with his friends growing up. He just ended up playfighting with them. ]

Okay, but, uh, what's a sweeper?

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