Send pink for a domestic starter
The move was a slow inevitability that Roxas had seen coming for a while.
Radiant Garden, after all, had not exactly been the most habitable world when they first got there. And while there were plenty of houses to restore and Lea got his pick of those, it still amounted to enough damage that the place needed some pretty serious construction. Besides, tensions between them and the castle meant moving farther away from that would be good for them. And it would mean giving Isa an office and some space away from his and Axel’s room. And Roxas could use his own room too, even if Xion wasn’t at the house most of the time. And there was something in the basement called “black mold” that was a problem for some reason that Roxas didn’t fully understand.
End result, they moved across town to a bigger house. This was also a process that Roxas didn’t fully follow. To begin with, there’d been the concept of possessing objects that weren’t just his coat and popsicle sticks and Xion’s shells and his potions. (Because of data Twilight Town, Roxas was aware that one could theoretically own a lot of things, but this was still a new experience in the real world.) And then there was the idea that they possessed so many objects that they had to find ways to pick up and move every single item that they had into a new place with more room for it all. And then they had to buy more of the things they were going to need, because they inevitably forgot some.
It was just kind of overwhelming and strange in a way that Roxas didn’t know how to put into words.
He was starting to like the house, though. The master bedroom let out onto a little balcony, and the whole place smelled fresh and new. Roxas had been determined to hate it because it wasn’t the old house, but doors with reliable knobs and ceilings without old water damage from the fall of Radiant Garden were growing on him.
It was just…there were still so many boxes.
Roxas got done tearing one open, riffled through the packing pellets for a minute, and then dropped his head forward with a lengthy sigh. “Axel! Have you seen my old diaries?” he called, frowning when he didn’t get an immediate response. A tendril of anxiety curled up in his gut as he got to his feet and crossed to the door. Included in his older diaries was one volume that he hadn’t looked at in several months, and maybe he would keep on not looking at it. But he didn’t want to lose it.
“Axel?” he called again, poking his head out and swiveling. Had he gone out–ohhh he was meeting up with Leon. Dammit. Roxas stomped and grumbled, turning back to the box with an irritated huff as if he could pout it into delivering up his diary.
It was a delight to have an office again.
Isa’d made a point of acquiring the biggest, darkest oak desk he could fit into the room, as well as matching bookshelves on every wall, which he was slowly filling with as large a variety of books as he could. The walls he’d personally painted a soothing, desaturated blue. A plush rug and an enormous bed for the dog livened up the floor. It wasn’t even strictly his style, but Isa was cramming in color and baroque ostentatiousness purely out of spite for the Organization’s minimalist white nightmare he’d endured for ten years. He’d make the room scream individuality if it personally killed him.
And now he’d have room for a console actually in the house. He hadn’t had access to a personal computer of his own since the Organization. Vexen had built that one, but Isa knew enough now that he was sure he could cobble together his own setup, if with a little help from Cid. Isa’s work on the reconstruction projects had begrudgingly convinced the committee it was safe to let him tamper with the defense system. He had ideas for improvement, and it would be nice to be able to toy with them on his own time. But where to start...
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Roxas calling for Lea from down the hall. There was obviously no response; Lea was out of the house. The fact that Isa could hear the sound of Roxas’s annoyance from here implied the boy had not located his quarry. Well, it would only take a minute for Isa to fetch the correct box. It was in the dining room on one of the chairs; Isa went and retrieved it, then appeared in Roxas’s doorway.
