05; written/action for housemates

[soracles]

[they say that idle hands are the devil's workshop, but after finally stumbling back home and passing out in his room for a good half of the day, Sora's not much into leaving the comfort of his bed and the company of his friends to really put that saying into practice

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[chiisaichou]

[Ah...this makes her feel nostalgic. For a moment, all Miyabi does is envision her home, then , when the image is fresh in her mind, does she begin to paint on the journal's pages. It's like watching a work of art come alive on its own on paper, with long and sweeping strokes of color and quick, flickering jerks.

Hopefully Sora has a bit of patience, because the painting will take some time to complete, but the outcome will be, hopefully, worth the wait.]

This is my home.

[Written]

[soracles]

[consider him enthralled for the entire time she's painting, not having ever really been able to watch someone create like this. it's inspiring.]

[... not only that, but it's possibly the neatest home he's seen so far- almost as if someone had inhabited the treetops of Deep Jungle.]

Really? It's beautiful... And a lot different than here, or anywhere I've ever seen before.

[Written]

[chiisaichou]

[Smiling brightly, and feeling a sense of pride not for her work, but for her home, Miyabi writes the village's name underneath the drawing - Ponc'Tan. She exercises her wrist a little bit after that - it hurt after a while of painting nonstop - then writes again.]

Thank you. It's different in many ways than here, I'm sure. For one, you have to be really small to get in, and it's located in a glade within a cursed forest.

[No, she is not making that up.]

[Written]

[soracles]

[Sora has learned, over the course of the past few years, to take the strange things he hears about worlds in stride- perhaps because the next world always somehow managed to be stranger than the previous. still, there's a pause as he takes that information in, and before he starts writing back.]

What do you mean by cursed forest? [that's easily what has him concerned more than the size requirement.]

[Voice]

[catus_carnival]

[The reply takes a while, because she is painstakingly drawing this. Even though it's pretty crappy, because what is holding a drawing utensil properly when you have sleeves like this? In any case, it's pretty bad. The faces look more like black splotches with red dots for eyes, and the houses are just...triangles and rectangles with ovals for windows.]

This is the Kaka Village!

[Voice]

[soracles]

-- It looks, uh... What are those black things, exactly?

[Voice]

[catus_carnival]

They're Kakas!

[Voice]

[soracles]

What's a... Kaka? Is that right?

[Voice]

[meteorical]

Well, you know...my home's got a lot of trees. And the oceans. And some pretty neat people.

[There's a pause, and then.] How are you doing?

[Voice]

[soracles]

Sounds like you live somewhere awesome.

[there's the sound of him shifting, ruffling his blankets.] Nothing another nap won't fix. M'really sore, though.

[Voice]

[meteorical]

It is pretty awesome. Maybe you can come visit sometime.

[She's probably in her own room, actually.] Do you want me to get you anything?

[Voice]

[soracles]

Maybe I will! And... don't worry about it, I'll come get something to drink in a minute.

[Action]

[perplex_me]

[Roxas sees Sora's message, but he doesn't feel like writing back to his Other so instead soon after there's a knock on the bedroom door. Up for a visit, bro?]

[Action]

[soracles]

[it'll take him a minute, but Sora eventually pulls himself to the door, opening it. he's pretty visibly tired, but his face brightens when he sees Roxas.]

Hey.

[Action]

[perplex_me]

[Roxas probably looks about the same, but he gives off a lopsided grin.] Hey. Just making sure you're still alive in there...I think this is the first time I've really been out of bed. Figured you might be in the same boat.

[Action]

[soracles]

More or less, yeah. [Sora steps back, pulling the door open to let Roxas in.]

Want me to grab you something to eat? I was gonna go get some food eventually.

[written]

[cakeblocked]

[There are a few dots on the page, a few strokes of the pen, as if Luke tried starting a drawing but couldn't finish it.

After a moment, he writes below it all in messy handwriting.]

I don't know how to draw it. There's a lot to it.

[written]

[soracles]

Maybe you could describe some of it to me, if you want? I'll tell you more about my home, too.