As some of you may know, Peanut and I are crazy about Roleplaying, and it's clear, since this is the second one on this site that belongs to us. And we aren't even done with the first one! Regardless, that won't stop us from starting this new roleplay, Rude Awakening!

 

Kinda dark and mysterious title, eh?

 

As stated in the title, this RP is one on one, no exceptions. Please refrain from posting in the RP. Instead, follow us on this new journey!

 

Peanut, my amazing friend, let's begin!

"Nam, it's okay," Roxas said, looking up at her. "It's not a big deal." He was just glad this was a physical beating and not anything worse, like Namine being taken away from him. After all the trouble with Xehanort and his cohorts, a little beating was nothing.

Namine shook her head. "It is a big deal," she said in her defense. "Roxas...you're hurt." She hated to see that. She didn't like to see him suffer, for whatever reason he did. What happened to cause this? Why did those guys pick on him?

Roxas stopped pressing his hand into the bed, having a moment of clarity. The reason he didn't use his magic on the way back was because if somebody did approach them, he wanted to have magic to heal Namine. He really was scared for her safety earlier, but now that they were back in his room, it was okay. She was safe. "Hold on," he said quietly, shutting his eyes as he focused on and cast a Cure spell. He instantly felt better when a wave of warmth washed over him and took all the pain away.

Namine watched Roxas's wounds heal before her eyes, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Well, that definitely helped settle her worries, but he still needed to get cleaned up. She stepped away and to the bathroom attached to his dorm, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it down. She couldn't stand to see his blood. It was unsettling.

Roxas stood up when he had room, at the same time pulling his shirt over his head. "Nam, I'm not hurt anymore," he reminded her. "I can clean myself up..." Just like he didn't like cleaning up her blood the other day, he imagined she wouldn't like cleaning up his. 

Namine returned to Roxas's room, but upon seeing him shirtless, she stopped. "Oh...um..." she said, glancing at the cloth in her hand. "Are you sure? I don't mind." She wanted to help any way she could. Roxas had done so much for her lately. If this was a way to repay him, she would do it.

Roxas lifted a hand to the back of his head, running it over his hair sheepishly. "I feel disgusting all over," he revealed, stepping forward and stopping in front of Namine. "I think I should just hop in the shower." It'd be more thorough than the rag and less trouble. 

Roxas being shirtless had Namine's cheeks heating up, but...she looked up at him anyway. "Alright," she agreed with a faint nod. She lifted her hand, giving him the rag. She would just wait then. But...she was going to do something to help. She had to. She wanted to.

Roxas lowered his hand and accepted the rag, looking from it to Namine. "But...thank you," he said, leaning forward and giving her a kiss on the top of her blonde head before he started past her. He appreciated her kindness, and he would have taken her up on it if it didn't involve her cleaning up his blood. 

Namine closed her eyes at the kiss, taking it in while it lasted, however brief that moment was. She exhaled softly once Roxas left her side, then opening her eyes to gaze at his bed and the dirty shirt he left on the floor. While he showered, she would at least clean up his room. Maybe then she'd work on her art if he wanted to rest.