As the footsteps got closer it would be clear that they belonged to someone significantly heavier than Webby, and by the sound of them, someone who was wearing boots, so it wasn't who Xion might have been expecting. But it wasn't until that someone made it to the top of the stairs and emerged out onto the ledge that both of them would get a real surprise.
Lea stepped out onto the ledge and saw that he hadn't been imagining the figure. And more than that, said figure was both wearing a very familiar coat and holding three ice cream bars. He couldn't believe it. Could it really be...? "Roxas?", he blurted out in surprise.
But no. Another moment of looking at the person in the black coat, and he realized that his initial assumption was wrong. The silhouette was wrong; this person was a good bit slighter than Roxas, and from what he could see, wore their coat a bit differently. But if not Roxas, then who? No one else in the Organization had been that small. And why, if it wasn't Roxas, did the person feel so familiar? "No, not Roxas...", he said, trailing off slightly as he observed the figure. "Who are you?"
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Lea stepped out onto the ledge and saw that he hadn't been imagining the figure. And more than that, said figure was both wearing a very familiar coat and holding three ice cream bars. He couldn't believe it. Could it really be...? "Roxas?", he blurted out in surprise.
But no. Another moment of looking at the person in the black coat, and he realized that his initial assumption was wrong. The silhouette was wrong; this person was a good bit slighter than Roxas, and from what he could see, wore their coat a bit differently. But if not Roxas, then who? No one else in the Organization had been that small. And why, if it wasn't Roxas, did the person feel so familiar? "No, not Roxas...", he said, trailing off slightly as he observed the figure. "Who are you?"