Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts.
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Sora, once entering the age of eighteen, was still pretty accustomed to his lavish lifestyle.
He had a job, a decent apartment, and parents who refused him any financial help. So he filed for eleven credit cards and paid for everything with them. His apartment bills were barely satisfied with his meager paycheck, but his frappuccinos, his silk sheets, and his MacBook Pro were fine with his borrowed money.
He often had get-togethers with his friends, and was, in general, a pretty modest and nice guy. He put off college, convincing himself that he needed a break from school, and lived the dream bachelor life.
So it was a shock to him when the cashier at--ironically enough--Target told him that his card had been rejected.
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"So... what are you going to do...?" Roxas asked with a smug smile. "It's... not as if this wasn't coming to you."
Sora, as usual, was a bit puzzled by Roxas's 'I-told-you-so' behavior and attributed it to nothing. "I guess... I'll just..." He started. "I'll cut down my spending for a while? I'll not drink so much coffee?"
"Ha! Don't upward-inflection me! You totally got yourself into this mess. And the way your bills have been piling up, I doubt you'll be able to just cut down spending and pay it all so quickly."
Sora paused in sipping his tea.
Roxas looked down, a bit ashamed in rubbing all this mishap into his best friend's face. "Ah... sorry. Really. This is a serious situation... I--I shouldn't have been so quick to--"
"No, you're right. But I really don't... know what to do." Sora smiled, trying to reassure his friend. This resulted in guilting Roxas even more. Hewas supposed to be reassuring Sora.
"I guess that cutting back is really all you can do." Roxas drank the rest of his tea, which had turned lukewarm from all the awkward silences. He mounted on his man-bag and got up to leave. "Oh," he remembered, "have you been getting angry calls from bill collectors, yet?" He had saved his quip from when he heard of his dear friend's situation, but felt heartily-less triumphant considering the lowered atmosphere.
"Damn you."
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The floor below Sora's room was occupied by a nice, but elderly couple with the names of Mickey and Minnie. They had large ears and had always regarded Sora as a "very nice young man," as he was always courteous and respectful to them and of the request that there be no stomping, loud music, et cetera.
Sora complied with this requests because Mickey was the landlord, and that he was not very into heavy metal, had no extremely obese friends who liked to stomp, and did not have especially loud and rambunctious sex.
"Twenty-three years?!" Followed by a medley of loud stomps.
Kids these days.
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I don't really know about this story. I'll see where it goes.