[sure enough, when those two hours have passed—roxas will still be sitting there, eyes fixed on the scenery (which isn't looking so hot these days, not by a long shot). on the floor beside him are two empty popsicle sticks; he'd eaten the second one when it was starting to melt.
by this point, roxas isn't expecting mary, because it's been so long. but he doesn't really have anywhere else to go, or anything to do, either, which is why he stuck around. so naturally, he's surprised at the sound of footsteps, turning to see who it is.
he isn't sure whether to be relieved or worried to see it's mary. he's glad, in a sense, that she decided not to be alone, but she also looks worse for the wear, and possibly in a way he won't be able to do much for her.]
Mary... you came after all. [he offers her a small, sheepish smile, moving over slightly to give her room to sit. yeah, he's bad at this.]
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by this point, roxas isn't expecting mary, because it's been so long. but he doesn't really have anywhere else to go, or anything to do, either, which is why he stuck around. so naturally, he's surprised at the sound of footsteps, turning to see who it is.
he isn't sure whether to be relieved or worried to see it's mary. he's glad, in a sense, that she decided not to be alone, but she also looks worse for the wear, and possibly in a way he won't be able to do much for her.]
Mary... you came after all. [he offers her a small, sheepish smile, moving over slightly to give her room to sit. yeah, he's bad at this.]