[ So Mary's been pretty secretive, holing up in her room (presumably to rest and regain her stamina), or staying up too late and being fairly grumpy in the morning.
But today, when Roxas goes into his room, he'll find a new addition to his bed (not Mary, that would be weird). But three plush pillows: a big one shaped like a sea salt ice cream bar, one shaped like Xion's seashell, and a plain black square pillow, embroidered with his two Keyblades intersecting in the middle.
Where could they have come from, it's a mystery-- ]
[of course, he's been concerned and with half a mind to just use a corridor to check up on her—but fortunately, he remembers enough of the conversations about how dangerous it is to push a girl's buttons.
it doesn't stop him from being completely puzzled when he enters his room to find the pillows there. he didn't even know there were pillows like that—the ice cream and the seashell. it's actually not until he sees the black one, intricately embroidered with his keyblades on it that he realizes... this wasn't something just bought.
(and why would they be bought for him, anyway? nobody's ever given him gifts before.)]
...Mary? [he'll call out from the doorway; he's got the keyblade pillow in hand and he's obviously... puzzled.
it's not in a bad way, but the whole situation is just new and unfamiliar.
(and what is his feeling in his chest? he's... excited? hopeful? who knows.)]
[ comes the response from behind a door; in a few minutes, Mary will poke her head from her own room, offering him a puzzled blink of her own. She actually has no idea he's referring to the pillows, since she'd placed them there a while ago. But, seeing him there... ]
[why would he think that? he's clearly very puzzled by the fact that it's the first thing she suggests. he's holding onto the pillow pretty tightly now; he'll tell her his thoughts on her gesture in a second, but first is clearing up what mary's got wrong.]
I just... didn't realize you could do things like that. [he smiles at her, because for real:] You're really talented, Mary.
[he's never met anyone who could make cool pillows that look like other things. or embroider. it's amazing? it's amazing. yes.]
he's not sure if she's okay, she looks like she can't handle this at all? should he be concerned?]
Nobody's ever made anything for me before. [he'll admit that after a minute. he doesn't realize that it's probably not going to help for him to be treasuring the first gifts he's ever received that aren't seashells after calling her talented, but whatever.]
No... I mean... If you want to, you can. But you don't have to... [who is fumbling on his words unintentionally because he has no idea what he's trying to say? sure is roxas.]
You've already given me a lot. [which he's not unhappy about, he just doesn't have any idea how to deal with this new feeling.]
[...? what does that even mean? they're special to him. mary made them and gave them to him; nobody's ever done stuff like that for him. of course they're special.
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But today, when Roxas goes into his room, he'll find a new addition to his bed (not Mary, that would be weird). But three plush pillows: a big one shaped like a sea salt ice cream bar, one shaped like Xion's seashell, and a plain black square pillow, embroidered with his two Keyblades intersecting in the middle.
Where could they have come from, it's a mystery-- ]
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it doesn't stop him from being completely puzzled when he enters his room to find the pillows there. he didn't even know there were pillows like that—the ice cream and the seashell. it's actually not until he sees the black one, intricately embroidered with his keyblades on it that he realizes... this wasn't something just bought.
(and why would they be bought for him, anyway? nobody's ever given him gifts before.)]
...Mary? [he'll call out from the doorway; he's got the keyblade pillow in hand and he's obviously... puzzled.
it's not in a bad way, but the whole situation is just new and unfamiliar.
(and what is his feeling in his chest? he's... excited? hopeful? who knows.)]
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[ comes the response from behind a door; in a few minutes, Mary will poke her head from her own room, offering him a puzzled blink of her own. She actually has no idea he's referring to the pillows, since she'd placed them there a while ago. But, seeing him there... ]
What's the matter, Roxas?
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[he tilts his head a little at her, but motions towards the pillow, holding it up a bit. they're doing excellently here.]
These pillows, though...?
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[ Right, those, and now she's just kind of... flustering a little. ]
Because you helped me out a lot, I wanted to do something for you... besides just giving you ice cream. So, um... I made pillows?
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[what.
now he definitely doesn't understand this feeling in his chest; she didn't just go out of her way for him, she... made something? for him?
roxas doesn't even realize the way he clutches it to him a little tighter. something for him....
he didn't even realize she could make things like this, so he's just surprised in every sense of the word.]
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[ ... But she stops abruptly, because he looks... really surprised?
Oh... maybe he doesn't like it? ]
... Um, it might have been... I-I mean, if you think it's silly, that's fine.
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[why would he think that? he's clearly very puzzled by the fact that it's the first thing she suggests. he's holding onto the pillow pretty tightly now; he'll tell her his thoughts on her gesture in a second, but first is clearing up what mary's got wrong.]
I just... didn't realize you could do things like that. [he smiles at her, because for real:] You're really talented, Mary.
[he's never met anyone who could make cool pillows that look like other things. or embroider. it's amazing? it's amazing. yes.]
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Mary's completely caught off-guard, both by the smile and the compliment, and stammers out something incoherent as her face slowly goes pink. ]
... Thank you... [ she manages finally, as she presses her hands to her cheeks. ] I had a lot of time to practice...
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he's not sure if she's okay, she looks like she can't handle this at all? should he be concerned?]
Nobody's ever made anything for me before. [he'll admit that after a minute. he doesn't realize that it's probably not going to help for him to be treasuring the first gifts he's ever received that aren't seashells after calling her talented, but whatever.]
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W-well... I mean, we're friends. I'd be happy to make more things for you.
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No... I mean... If you want to, you can. But you don't have to... [who is fumbling on his words unintentionally because he has no idea what he's trying to say? sure is roxas.]
You've already given me a lot. [which he's not unhappy about, he just doesn't have any idea how to deal with this new feeling.]
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[...? what does that even mean? they're special to him. mary made them and gave them to him; nobody's ever done stuff like that for him. of course they're special.
why would she say they aren't?]
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But I couldn't think of anything like that, so I thought if I made something, I could just try hard with that.
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[he... gets it. kind of.]
I didn't know they should be expensive things. I've... never really gotten a gift before this. [so expensive or not, it's special to him.]
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[ ... She really does seem oddly happy about this. ]
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[so he can't forget that ever.]
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[ Hiro could totally make you a Keyblade Glider lbr. ]
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[not that he minds these things, of course. but he just never really had the concept of a want for material items.]
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[ HE'S JUST HAPPY WITH ICE CREAM. ]
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Well... Even if it took you a while... I like it.
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[ He likes his present... that's really all she could have wanted. ]
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I am. I really didn't know you could make stuff like this, either. I thought you could only... buy this kind of thing.
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[ VIVA LONELINESS AND BOREDOM. ]
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