YES. 100 words, babeh. :D And go Lucrecia!
... Wait, does this mean, because Lucrecia's Roxas' mum, that Vincent is his dad?
Ohmai. That's... weird to think about.
Anways, written off of prompt #39 Dreams.
Lucrecia came home to find her teenage son sprawled out on their couch, snoring away with a bowl of chips resting on top of his stomach, glass of soda on the floor, and bag of carrots still clutched in his hand. She put a hand over her mouth to suppress the giggle that was threatening to surface at any moment and made her way over to him, thinking that it was quite the Kodak moment.
Too bad she didn't have a camera.
She sat down on the edge of the couch and brushed a few strands of hair from her son's face, a kind smile adorning her face. "Sweet dreams, Roxas…"