"Let's find the ----- thief!" said an excited Hayner. He and the others hurried out into the streets of Twilight Town. Roxas groaned inwardly as he watched them skip away. What will these morons think of next?
He wondered briefly how one could steal the word -----, but decided that it wasn't that important.
He stayed behind to survey the Spot. Haha, there were all the Struggle advertisement posters they had stolen off the various windows and doors of the town. And there was his and Hayner's dartboard, which they had also stolen. And the couch. Hoo boy, that couch. Roxas tried to block the memories, but they flowed through his mind like diarrhea.
Must…forget…nope. Here they came.
Another day in the monotonous world stuck in between day and night. The orange sky cast a golden glow on Roxas's already golden hair as he ambled his way down to the Usual Spot.
The Usual Spot was, well, their usual spot to hang out when they weren't in school. Roxas and his friends had many memories in this little alley corner. Planning war against Seifer and his less-than-intelligent cronies, throwing darts and missing by miles, knocking each other upside the head with clubs---it was indeed the life of luxury for a bored teenager in Twilight Town.
Opening the wire gate that enclosed the Spot, he heard noises. Giggling noises. Now see, Roxas was none too happy. He supposed some little kids had found their spot and were playing and messing around with their stuff. Little bastards. Well, he would show them. He punched his open palm and strode forward into the hangout, lifting back the curtain and preparing to kick some ass.
"Oh, hey guys! Guys? Oh…" It was Pence and Olette. More like Pence ON Olette.
"Uh…heh…"
Pence and Olette froze. Roxas gaped at them. He blinked once. He blinked twice. He got the hell out of there.
No one ever mentioned the incident again. It was a bit awkard for awhile after that.
And that, my friends, is why that couch is Pence and Olette's favorite couch.
Roxas shuddered and reluctantly followed his friends, wondering what inane notions he would be subjected to next.
And he never sat on that couch again.
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