— Snow Covered Dreams~ Namine & Daisuke —

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Releasing a sigh, she quickly turned to face the late customer. 

“This is a really nice place. Are you the owner?”

“I am not the owner…fortunately,” She huffed, blowing a loose a strand of hair. Propping the broom against a tall stack of books, she stepped towards the stranger with arms held out, gesturing around the store. 

“Books on any and everything!” Her smile was small and tired, but she couldn’t deny her surprise. The boy had a genuine interest in the silly old store. He wore a dreamy smile and there was an obvious passion that lit his gaze. 

She caught herself staring at the boy and quickly gathered her composure. 

“Is there anything you’re looking for in particular? We have books on history, heart broken poets, art….photography,” She shyly rubbed the side of her face, pointing at random bookshelves. 

She knew every face in this small town, but never had she laid eyes on this colorful  boy before. 

The young man, artist at heart, feels the corners of his mouth turn up when the girl drops the sweeping and tells him of what seems to be a rather extensive and interesting variety of books. With the old demeanor they held, they were probably made up of information and visuals he couldn’t have seen before.

…Well, maybe in a stolen artwork or two from his phantom thief days, but that was a completely different matter.

“Hmm. Any and everything, and something in particular…” He says, looking around expectantly. If he was more impulsive, he’d rummage around until something caught his eye, but with the young employee being right there and all the paperwork looking so delicate, he wouldn’t dare to mess anything up.

Daisuke ends up smiling nervously at her. “To be honest, I’d be interested in whatever had some good art references! It doesn’t matter if it’s some photography or history book…” 

“For I’m a bit of a sketchaholic, you see…”

— Snow Covered Dreams~ Namine & Daisuke —

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“9:45….”

She grumbled, anxiously gazing at her watch. Tapping her dull pencil against her sketchbook, she scanned the ancient book store, dreading her closing duties. Reordering books, stacking empty shelves after dusting the cobwebs. The store hardly received customers, and the little work hours she had been given seemingly went on for ‘centuries’.

Namine reluctantly lifted herself from the stool; her backside numbed from the agonizing ‘centuries’ of sitting.

The outside wind rattled the old door as sleet mixed with snow slid across the foggy window, gliding with the gusts of winter. 

“Why me…” She moaned, gripping the broom that rested behind the cashier’s counter. 

The life of a starving artist had lost it’s appeal. Tending to books with worn pages had sucked her ambition dry. Waiting tables hadn’t been this uninspiring. The clamber of busy co workers and rowdy customers. The interesting characters of the town filled her with creative musings….but nobody was interested in dusty used books. Her once dream colored canvases had turned into mediocre doodles…mini distractions. 

‘Should have gone to school…’

She paused for a brief moment, peering out the foggy window. The gloominess of the icy streets mocked her current mental state. 

Swallowing her woe, she focused on her mindless duties, dragging the broom across the wooden floors. 

She aimlessly swept behind the book shelves, minutes passed before the bell above the door chimed and an intruding powerful chill engulfed the store.

“Sorry! We’re closed!” She winced as the cold air nipped at her legs.

It was safe to say that, even while owning a little house to sleep at, Daisuke had become a full-fledged vagabond.

But in all the good ways. 

Lately, Daisuke’s been wandering a little more than usual. And that lead to thinking. Lots of thinking about dumb little things; one of them being how wonderful his lack of schedules was, and how independent the years and experiences had made him.

He could now eat when he pleased, sleep when he pleased… everything depended on his mood.

…Which was why he never really ate nor slept lately, precisely because he wasn’t in the mood for either. All he wanted was to wander, even if it was under the cold winds of winter. His scarves and gloves would do enough to cover him, and his feet would take him wherever he needed to go.

In his lethargy, he notices a bookstore he hadn’t checked out before. Huh. He must be really out of the usual downtown area if he hadn’t noticed such an old-looking establishment…

Tentatively, he opens the door, making tiny bell ring. He half-enters, and is quickly drawn to the smell of old paper, and the piles of ancient-looking books all over the place. While it could’ve been a lot cleaner, it was a rather welcoming old store, warm and cozy, on its own strange way.

“Sorry! We’re closed!”

He winces at the sudden voice, and turns to see a pretty young girl sweeping the dusty floors. 

“Ah- sorry about the intrusion!” He says, holding his hands up in apology, “I got a little sidetracked and couldn’t help but to enter.”

He looks around with only his deep, ruby-colored eyes, truly fascinated by the store, “This is a really nice place. Are you the owner?”

— Some new faces. —

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Roxas blinked at the boy, finding himself a bit fond of his red hair and sincere smile.  He found it endearing.

“Uh, hey,” he greeted, trying to give a grin of his own, not being one used to making new friends.

Seeing the boy’s struggle, Daisuke doesn’t really try to press him into talking munch. He takes up a gentle expression, and gives him the softest look he can manage.

“Um, I’m Daisuke Niwa. I hope we can get along.”

— Some new faces. —

Thinking that it had been long since he ever saw someone behind him, it took some time for Daisuke to really smile at them. 

But nevertheless, he does, and it’s an honest and subtle little greeting.

“Hey there.”

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【腐】落書き詰め ジャンルごちゃっ | あずま

affectionatewhispers:

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((oooomggg. A Daisuke!! Mun is too happy!! DNAngel, faaaavorite manga!! *dies*))

((hehe, hello there! <3 Which is awesome, because Kindgdom Hearts may or may not be a favorite videogame of mine in the history of ever. I’ll greet you in a sec.))

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Satoshi bit his lip gently when he heard a voice behind the door, suddenly feeling a tad nervous. However, when the door opened, as the door opened, whatever nervousness he had feltebbed away to be replaced with happiness. A small smile tugged at his lips. To say that it was nice to see that familiar red hair and sheepish expression would be an understatement

“It’s great to see you, as well, Niwa.” He let out a soft laugh and shook his head at himself. “I apologize for coming so late. I wasn’t really paying attention to the time…”

He trailed off, trying to pick his next words carefully. “Anyway…as for why I’m here…I was hoping to, maybe, spend your birthday with you? If you don’t have any other plans, of course.”

Thinking it over, the question sounded incredibly stupid. He wasn’t even sure if Daisuke had anyone to have other plans with. Satoshi hadn’t been able to find anyone he knew after finding his way home from Arcadios; he assumed the same had happened to Daisuke, what with him living in a different location and all, but he could be wrong.

He cleared his throat and smiled slightly. “…This is for you,” he stated, indicating the bag. “As is one of the cups. You like hot chocolate, correct?”

Not knowing what to say at first, Daisuke nods, a grin making its way to his face without him really meaning to.

“Sure, I mean, who doesn’t?”

And as he stares at the red bag, Daisuke realizes how truly speechless he is at the current situation. A simpe ‘thank you’ couldn’t really cover his emotions; the fact that Satoshi had showed up on his doorstep had been enough of a gift, but here he was, offering company and gifts, right when the redhead thought that an ordinary day was the only thing ahead of him.

A careless and huge smile graces his face, an expression he hadn’t been able to pull of in a long time, and he takes a hold of Satoshi’s less occupied wrist with both of his hands, given that Satoshi’s were full of weight now.

“Of course you can! I really couldn’t think of someone better to share this with!” His voice is clear of the characteristic nervousness he usually holds towards such things, and replaced with the most honest delight. The calm demeanor he had acquired with his time alone also seemed to momentarily dissapear, as for right now, the old, happy Daisuke, was back in place. 

His hands, warm from spending a cool autumn night inside, hold Satoshi in place as he gives a quick look inside.

“Would you like to come over? Or should I go inside for a bigger jacket, or maybe a blanket?” He asks, childlike, excited, and truly content.