sirenspull_logs | [OPEN] Look in front of you NOW. Do you have a waffle?

Who: Replica Riku, AKA: Joe Fieldman ....and OPEN to everybody!
When: Wednesday, 1pm
Where: Brinners, in the Underground Mall Food Court
Summary: It's Wacky Waffle Wednesday, and who can turn down food that just costs a buck, and comes with all the toppings you want?
Warnings: This could get unreasonably silly.

Joe Fieldman didn't always know a great deal when he saw one.

But waffles-for-a-dollar with a loaded waffle bar included? Sounded like a great deal. Enough to make a trek down to the mall for them, anyway, and loudly inform his whole apartment, if anyone felt like tagging along.

Of course, the trouble with great deals, especially when they were announced over the public newsfeed, was that a lot of other people seemed just as eager to take advantage of them.

So Just-a-Buck waffles turned out to be over a fifteen minute wait, and by that time Joe had seen so many people pass by with Tantalus Torture piles of whipped cream and strawberry syrup and chocolate chips and sliced peaches and sausage gravy that he decided to buy himself a stack of about <i>eight</i>.

Luckily, he's brought along a old half-forgotten journal he'd found underneath his bed last week (Ciel Phantomhive had managed to make him so self-conscious about the state of his bedroom that he'd actually decided to give it a clean) to amuse himself. He couldn't for the life of him remember where or who he'd gotten it from (Christmas before last, maybe? Or for a 'birthday'?), but it came with all sorts of entertaining instructions for what to do with the pages, and so he went about doodling bubbles and poking pencil holes, dog-earing pages and blackening the edges while he waited to aquire some food to stain the stain log with.

Okay, so it was slightly immature. So were overly-loaded waffles, but plenty of people seemed to be perfectly fine with partaking.

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"Not just him. It's both of us." He shrugged, a little embarrassed, though he couldn't pinpoint why. "I think we both needed to figure out how to think of each other."

And it had certainly taken him long enough. If it had been up to Sora, they would have been friends from the start. But maybe it was better things had taken the path they had.

"Anyway, you can forget about me joining if my options are silly clothes or nothing." He flicked some droplets of syrup at Joe with his fork. "Sheesh."

Joe laughs, rubbing the sticky droplets off his arm, where they've stuck. "Hey!"

"You can make up your own costume, you know. And your own name? So how cool it is is totally up to you."

"Like I'm some kind of fashion designer." He rolled his eyes. "I dunno. You're all a bunch of heroes, right? I never saw myself as any kind of hero. And I have to get up early a lot for Kahve."

Still..now that he was thinking about it again, he couldn't deny that the idea was sort of interesting. "What about the code names?"

"I wasn't any kind of hero at all, before I started." Joe shrugs- and he still doesn't really feel like much of one, because most of the time it's more fights and patrolling around in pairs waiting for trouble to happen, than saving anyone from something big and dramatic and important.

But someday, he'd have the chance.

"Running the coffeeshop shouldn't keep you from following your dreams." Not that Roxas really dreamed of being a hero either, but...well. It would be fun, if they could save the day together, sometime.

"Well, Sora's sorta already taken Oathkeeper..."

"Oathkeeper?!"

Oh geez, he sounded a lot more indignant than he meant to. Still, it does kind of sting. He glances down at his left hand before scowling lightly at Joe.

"Couldn't he have picked something else? What, does that mean I have to be Oblivion?"

Absently, he reflected that it was a good thing he and Sora had made strides in their relationship, otherwise he'd be a lot more perturbed by the notion of being a matched set.

"Yeah." Joe's voice sounded a little flattened too, and slightly grim at Roxas's reaction. He was still just a touch envious about oathkeeper, and also about it's partner.

Sora wasn't the only one who kept his promises, after all. And they were Roxas's paired keyblades to wield, as far as he was concerned.

"I know you've got the other key, but...Oblivion's not a place you really want to be named after, trust me."

"Yeah, I know. Not like I want to name myself after a place I passed out in, either."

All he really remembered of the castle was white, everywhere, and then stabbing pain in his skull. And then nothing.

"I guess I don't need to be named after a Keyblade at all," he said, still a little grumpy. "But I know he's got a ton of keychains. It'd be nice if he used one of those instead.]

"Oathkeeper means something to him, too." Joe sighed, for the first time being able to see from both points of view, and taking Sora's side for the sake of its importance.

"The charm, it stands for a promise he made to Kairi." Maybe a star charm made from ice-cream-sticks would be a better symbol for the ones that Roxas made with his own friends. But the keyblade seemed to stick with him, most of the time, so...so maybe it was fair to fight over it just a little.

After all, in Castle Oblivion, that's exactly what he'd done.

"Namine gave me a fake one once, to match it."

"Yeah, I know." He sighed too, a little huffily, and resolved to let it go, unless maybe he got the chance to make annoyed faces at Sora. It wasn't really a big deal, but as far as Roxas was concerned, simple mathematics and the lack of choice on his end meant he should have had first crack at that particular themed name.

Ah, well.

"When did she give you that?" he asked, more interested in Joe's story now. He couldn't remember seeing it around the apartment—so was it something from before, from the castle?

"I... Well." And here he pauses reluctantly, a little uneasy with the hazy wash of shattered memories and the fresher recollection of seeing Sora's copy. Threatening to smash it. "The way I remembered it..."

A night with stars. That never happened.

"Was different from when I must have actually gotten it." His shoulders fold inward. "So I don't know, exactly. "

"Oh..."

Knowing what he did about Joe's origins and what he, Namine and Sora had gone through in Castle Oblivion, Roxas didn't have to do much thinking to realize where the discrepancy came from, and why it made for an uncomfortable topic. "Sorry."

"It's okay." He shakes his head lamely and takes another bite of waffles, silent for a longer moment.

Was it okay? It wasn't with Namine, and that's what made everything between them so uncomfortable.

Sometimes, he wished he could forget all of what happened in Oblivion. To have a completely fresh start.

"The promise still means something to me. And that's what matters."

"That's all that should matter," Roxas agreed, nodding his head firmly.

As much as he understood about having a mess of memories in your head, and how their lives in general were just complicated, he didn't know what was best for Joe or Namine or even himself, not for sure.

But he knew promises did matter. His, and others'.

[OPEN] Look in front of you NOW. Do you have a waffle?

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