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[It's been a while since the zombie attack. After having died, Roxas has been nowhere to be found. Even now his living space has sat empty, and if anyone had attempted to call his phone they would have gotten a recording about the number not being in service.

Roxas hardly knows what to do with himself when he returns. The hallway is vaguely familiar to him at first, and there's a growing sense of needing to get to a particular door. He trots toward it slowly, stopping now and then to look in all directions, as if a zombie might pop out of the darkness.

He can't knock, so some persistent scratching will have to do.]

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[He might be able to reach her neck if her hand isn't as appealing. They're both being toted over to the couch, where she stops, and then turns toward the stairs. Maybe the bed would be better, but...]

[He'll go for the neck first, then her wrist if she moves him. Sora's still ready to play if he gets the chance, but coaxing him to settle down won't be hard.]

[She's going to tote them over to the couch and take a seat, then gently ease down so she's on her back and the two kittens are on her chest.]

[Tiny paws stretch out toward her chin as she settles, only to flop where they are as Roxas goes limp from how good that felt. He's struggling to stay awake, his purrs growing quiet before restarting in a louder burst as he watches both Riku and Sora. The other kitten tries to stand when Riku lays back, then flops back on his butt to knead the soft and squishy part of Riku beneath him.]

[He can knead. Later on this will probably be awkward, or at least embarrassing for some people, but Riku doesn't care. Roxas is won over already, but, but she'll try to distract Sora from any thoughts of mischief by gently rubbing the base of his ear with her fingertips.]

[His purrs grow louder immediately, and Sora tries to lean into the rubbing, soon putting his whole weight into it. It feels so good that his eyes look like they're rolling back in his head. There's a high chance any memories from today will be very fuzzy, at least in terms of embarrassing places chosen to knead.]

[There's a pro to this situation, at least. She'll keep petting him until he's relaxed enough to go to sleep, and maybe some after that.]

[He's going to end up rolling toward the middle of her chest, hiking a paw up as she pets him to offer his belly sleepily. Mischief is always a temptation, but it's been put on the back burner in favor of all this welcome attention.]

[He'll rub his belly even more gently to keep his attention occupied. Go to sleep, you.]

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