The boy looks like Roxas. For just a moment that's who he thinks it is as he kneels down to read the note. But the scent Roxas. There's something vaguely familiar about the scent, but his memories of his childhood are fairly faded and far away so he can't place it.
Still, this is no place to be sleeping. Crouching beside him, he puts a hand lightly on the boy's shouldor, shaking him.
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Date: 2012-06-26 05:30 am (UTC)Still, this is no place to be sleeping. Crouching beside him, he puts a hand lightly on the boy's shouldor, shaking him.