KH - Fast Food Madness! V2

Namine sucked in a breath, her head resting in the pillow as she stared at the wall in front of her, trying not to think too hard about anything.

 

Roxas approached the washer and after spraying some stain fighter on his shirt, he started a load of whites while he was already in the room. He tossed some clothes in and put in the detergent, letting the washer take care of the dirty clothes as he left the room. Roxas traveled down the hall until he turned, starting up the steps to get a clean shirt from his bedroom.

 

Namine inhaled shakily, feeling one tear escape her eye and slide down her face at an angle, going onto the tip of her nose before dropping onto the pillow. She slowly loosened the grip around her legs, moving one arm to her stomach and wrapping it around her waist. Her other hand moved up to the pillow, her bruised wrist and hand in front of her now-closed eyes.

 

Roxas reached the top of the stairs and turned, walking toward his bathroom. It would be best to clean the soda from his skin before putting on a clean shirt, or else he'd have to wash yet another T-shirt. He walked into the bathroom, approaching the faucet and turning one of the knobs on the sink as water came out of the faucet. He put his hands next to each other under the water, leaning down and bringing his hands full of water to his face to get the sticky soda off.

 

Namine exhaled softly, keeping her arm tightly wrapped around her waist. She had forgotten about the pain when she was asleep, and she wished that it could work that way for when she was concious as well. Still though, you couldn't always get what you wanted.

 

Roxas looked at himself in the mirror after cleaning himself up, seeing his bare chest and muscles in the reflection. His eyes narrowed slightly when he found a mark next to his chest, looking away from the mirror and down at it. His eyebrows furrowed when he didn't see anything there and he looked back up in the mirror again, peering closely as he found the mark again. Roxas leaned in and then felt like laughing when he noticed it was a smudge on the mirror. He brought his hand up and rubbed at the mark, making it disappear before he leaned back and left the bathroom, heading across the hall toward his bedroom.

 

Namine slowly flitted her eyes open again, her light blue eyes gazing at the wall in front of her. She figured that it was probably time to get up, considering that it wasn't her bed that she was in. Plus, she had no idea how long she had been asleep, and she was refreshed now anyway.

 

Roxas approached his room, silently pushing the door open a little and peaking his head in. He glanced toward the bed, Namine's back to the door as she appeared to be asleep. Roxas bit his lip and quietly entered the room, hoping not to wake her as he went over toward his dresser. He slowly pulled open a drawer to find another shirt.

 

Namine inhaled softly, faintly hearing noise in the other side of the room. She figured it was Roxas, though she was still a little too out of it to figure out what he was doing. But she left him be, since it was his room, after all. The blonde girl slowly rolled herself onto the back, her half open blue eyes gazing at the ceiling above her.

 

Roxas dug through the drawer, not seeing anything. He shut that drawer and squatted down, opening another. No shirts. Furrowing his eyebrows slightly, he moved over to the next row of drawers, opening one and digging through to only find jeans. He went through another, moving along the row, and only found sweatshirts. Roxas stood up, his eyebrows furrowing a little more as he dug through one of the top drawers. ...Nothing? "Oh, c'mon," he muttered under his breath, sighing softly. How could he not have any other clean shirts? The only other clean one he had was on the bed for Namine, and he wasn't going to take it, of course. Maybe he had some in his closet...

 

Namine slowly lifted her head at the sound of drawers softly closing, and then faintly hearing Roxas mutter somethign under his breath. Her dazed blue eyes caught onto his movement, seeing him looking for something...without his shirt on. This realization surprised Namine slightly, but she quickly dismissed any thoughts she had, being distracted when she suddenly yawned. She brought her right hand up to her face and rubbed her eyes slightly, slowly pushing herself into a sitting position.

 

Caught up in his thoughts, Roxas was unaware of the movement on the bed as he turned and walked toward his closet. He was sure he had to have something in there. How could so many of his shirts be dirty all of a sudden? It didn't make sense.

 

Namine felt her gaze fall on Roxas, and she noticed by his movements that he appeared to be frustrated. "Hey," she greeted him softly, folding her legs indian style underneath the blankets. She wrapped her arms around her waist and looked softly at Roxas, curious.

 

Roxas jumped slightly at the voice, stopping in his tracks as he faced where the voice had come from. His eyes fell on the blonde at his bed, meeting her gaze. "Oh, hey," he replied. It had been so quiet in the room and Roxas had been so caught up in finding a shirt that her voice had startled him a little, surprising him.

 

Namine smiled weakly, keeping her gaze on his. She noticed his surprised expression pretty quickly, and she felt herself blush a tiny bit. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," she stated, a faint smile on her lips.

 

Roxas shook his head slightly, smiling softly. "No, it's alright," he said. "My attention was centered around something else for a minute there." His smile widened a little with humor as he brought up a hand and rubbed it over the back of his head.

 

Namine arched a brow in curiosity, keeping her eyes on Roxas' face. "Are you looking for something?" She asked, remembering that he had been sorting through his drawers a few moments ago.

 

Roxas let his hand fall, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as his mind drew a blank. He looked down in thought and that was when he spotted his bare chest, not having a shirt on. "Oh, right," he said, shaking his head slightly as he started toward his closet again.

 

Namine smiled slightly in amusement, the boy seeming a little flustered. Her eyes flitted away for a moment, landing on a set of clothes lying on the corner of the bed. "Why not just use this T-shirt?" she asked, refering to the article of clothing that sat ontop of a pair of navy blue sweatpants. Namine figured that the clothes were probably for her, but she didn't need a fresh shirt. She could just take off her sweater, since the black tanktop she wore underneath was probably clean enough for her to keep wearing.

 

Roxas turned his head as he approached the closet, following her gaze before looking back at the closet. "That's for you. I figured you would like a fresh pair of clothes," he explained as he flitted his eyes about the clothes in his closet.