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WHO: Jonathan Sims, Ojiro Sniper, Soldier: 76, Roxas, anyone else
WHERE: safehouse, fighting rings
WHEN: various late November/December
WHAT: OPEN prompt for Jonathan
NOTES OR WARNINGS: violence, some mild horror imagery with eyes and worms

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"Roxas." Jonathan says the name mostly for his own benefit, blinking muzzily. He rubs a hand over his face, reconstructing the last moments in his mind. Ah.

"I apologize," he says stiffly. "I wasn't, er... I wasn't looking where I was going. What are you doing awake at this hour?"

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He recognizes the older guy immediately—Jon, the one who was nosy but not in a bad way and pushy about school in a mildly annoying way. He looks...rougher than Roxas remembered, though. Maybe because he couldn't sleep either.

"Got hungry, I guess." He shrugs. "I don't know. Maybe not having any kind of schedule is throwing me off. I'm not used to that."

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"Well. I was getting food, as well. Hopefully there's something non-insect based left over."

Jonathan would like to say his distaste for bug food was irrational and dismiss it, but it was impossible when he had been nearly devoured alive by worms. He was trying not to think about it, but that was impossible, too.

At least Roxas was something to focus on. "You had a schedule, gallivanting all across the universe?"

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Oh yeah, the bug thing. He's not sure what to make of that. On one hand, he doesn't like the idea. On the other, it's not like they're plucking them out of trees or something. If the food isn't bad, does it matter what the ingredients are?

"Uh-huh." He nods as he leads them into the kitchen—no sense standing out here talking when they came here for the same reason. "Every day I got a destination and a goal. It was pretty routine."

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"That does sound... regimented." Jonathan trails along, focusing on Roxas, the conversation. "Who was giving you these orders, anyway?"

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"Saïx."

Despite himself, there's a flicker of dislike on his face for a moment. Once upon a time, according to Axel, he'd been a good friend. Maybe, if he becomes recompleted, he'll have the chance to be one again. But remembering those days, the man's callous cruelty is far too vivid.

"One of the other members," he says. "But I never knew whether the orders came from him or from the boss. Never even thought to ask. Pretty dumb, huh?"

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It's not as if Jonathan is doing much better, being led around by the nose by Elias or the Web and half a dozen other agendas he can't even confirm.

"Bastard probably wouldn't have given you a straight answer regardless."

Maybe Jonathan was projecting a bit, but he wasn't going to give anyone who condoned sending children off to fight the benefit of the doubt.

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Jonathan immediately gains a few points in Roxas' estimation, and he smiles as he opens the kitchen's refrigerator to have a look around.

"Not ever, not even when I asked about other stuff," he says. "They probably knew I'd have left sooner otherwise."

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Jonathan could move to the cabinets and start looking there, but he's apprehensive about his attention slipping off into the network again. So he stays standing awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen while Roxas moves around.

He scoffs. "I'm surprised you're rushing off to find a job after putting up with that nonsense. Questionable as my current 'profession' is, I find myself enjoying the benefits of self-employment rather a lot."

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Roxas shrugs, poking through the contents of the fridge. Yeah, he doesn't know what most of it is.

"Gotta take care of ourselves, right? Even if we can stay here for now, things cost munny." He pops off the lid of a random container. Ew. No. "Besides, I'm not used to doing nothing all day."

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"... I suppose you're right." Though Jonathan rather had gotten used to doing 'nothing' all day, trapped by circumstance in the archives with nothing to do but read statements. "At the very least I would vastly prefer to be above ground."

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"Yeah, me too. Way above ground." He sighs. "I want to try and find someplace high once we get out of here, but who knows how long that'll be."

He's rarely felt this helpless before. If he had his way, he'd summon the Keyblade and fight his way out if necessary, but that option is closed off to him.