a little fall of rain
He’s going to be late. He’s going to be fucking late and Ventus won’t know where he is and Roxas is never late he’s always on time he watches the time so carefully-- He shudders miserably, gritting his teeth in such a way that it almost made him appear angry. It clears his thoughts; he knows worrying won’t make him walk faster so he blinds himself and keeps going. The skateboard under his arm would be useless with the wind blowing as hard as it was. Roxas checks to make sure his route is clear, tucks his hood more securely around his head and continues on with renewed vigor. Enough to miss the fact that he’s going to ram straight into someone at an intersection. Blinking like he just fell out of a dream, he finds himself at a loss for words--just kind of stares at the stranger in question as if waiting for them to say something first. A reprimand maybe, some sort of curse. Roxas owed them that much. “...sorry,” he mumbles with pursed lips, raring to flee the scene. If she dropped anything, he’ll pick it up and shove it at her before continuing on his way. He had places to be.
