[she says they're pretty, and she looks surprised, so he assumes that's the case, but he still feels like he has to ask to be sure. this is all so new to him, okay. gift-giving, birthdays...
[who looks relieved? roxas does, naturally. he's glad she likes it, of course... she looks happy about and it makes him feel like he's done a good enough job.
which is a great thing considering how hard this was for him to pull off.]
[ She'd gone without her ribbon today, so it's easy enough to finger-comb a section of hair back enough to slide the comb in. This done, she tilts her head for his inspection. ]
roxas, that's probably not the right thing to say. but he's... kind of stunned. because she looks really cute like that, and the fact that it's in part because of something he gave her—
[ She's perplexed for a second, not sure what "oh" means-- like "oh that's bad" or "oh that's not what I expected"... but when he continues, Mary's face goes pink. ]
[they have to go to the store and get actual picnic things, because he is not capable enough to actually make food good for that. but it'll work out in the end, probably.]
Yeah. Let's go. [ And this time, she'll daringly reach for his hand to tug him forward. It's apparently her birthday, she can do this for once because she wants to. ]
[ Don't mind Mary. She's just kind of... walking around with her eyes tightly squeezed shut? Which is going about as well as one would expect, since she's trying to grope her way along a wall back to her room and making a lot of noise in the process.
roxas hasn't had much in the way of problems... save for a brief inability to summon his keyblade, but he hasn't needed it much recently anyway. so really? kind of a non-issue.
but regardless, the sound of noise is enough to get roxas' attention. so he'll emerge, curiously and just:]
Well, I don't think anyone else would be in our apartment...
[he's joking, but maybe that's because what she's doing right now is mildly disconcerting.]
What are you doing? [it doesn't seem like she's really hurt, but maybe she got something in her eye? why is this happening, why is she squeezing her eyes closed like this and why was she making so much noise?]
Mmmm... [ it's a sort of reluctant noise, and then Mary sighs and carefully shakes her head. ] Something's been wrong with my eyes lately. I can't control them.
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