Welcome to Starlight (Roxas)

There was a new diner that had recently opened up, he head several of the town people talk about it. Eventually he had enough of the rumors had decided time to try it for himself, see if this place was all it was cracked out to be. He wore a regular light grey-green hoodie jacket, that clearly looked as if someone ripped off the sleeves and didn't bother to even the rips. He wore a small wrist band with checker board design, this he stared at while pushing open the door a small bell giving a ring. The place seemed slightly more empty that he'd expected, possibly due to the recent lunch break, though he didn't know that.

Stepping through he stood there taking in the various sights and smells, was that a hint of fresh bread? Did they even make handmade bread anymore? Was the bread just placed in the oven, his body structure tensed up, maybe he shouldn't have come here? It wasn't like he had friends, had little money, besides he just wanted to check it out. Just came here, checked it out, time to go? Right.

He turned to leave, heart debating on cowardly changing plans and leaving the place together. No, no he isn't a coward. He will not back down. Turning back around he walked toward the bar giving an awkward smile and wave. Slowly sliding into the chair, looking down at the wood in front of the stool, it was really brand new. Of course, the place just opened, why would it be cut or written on wood? He awkwardly spoke up to first one who walked up to him barely noticing the figure, "Coke, coke please."

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A large elder man with deep brown hair walked up to the bar, giving a smile taken the order placing large cup of coke onto the counter. That wasn't what he wanted, he stared at the coke realizing he should have specified. The waiter was already going on about food, his attention perked from the drink toward the waiter at sea-salt ice cream. Small flashbacks of Xion and Lea hanging out eating the stuff popped up into his head, a small smile crossed his face at the warm memory.

This was short lived as the thought of Xion leaving and rarely getting a chance for such a thing, the frown came back. Though the male pulled out on began to eat it, kid looked away taking a drink from the soda. What should he get? He couldn't buy much, just enough for one lunch, that was just his savings. Once more waiter voice rang out, why couldn't the guy just wai-what? He looked up confusion written on his eyes, spotting the blue melting on the hands, really should eat that faster. A smile crossed the man's face as he introduced himself as the owner. The owner? Giving out products? His eyebrow went up, "That's it? Just give free sea-salt ice cream to customers?" He paused processing the information, smile lighting up filling with slight hint of hope. Eyes practically sparkling with deep bright blue, maybe just maybe 1 thing will go right in a long time. "No trick? No way your ice cream can beat Mr. Salty pants down the street."

What the guy said was true, though his eyes narrowed about Mr.Salty Pants having actual competition, nobody could defeat the guy! He had the best combination, claimed spent thirty years on it. Though the old man has caught lying, like the Ramon Spaghetti... Why? Just why? The older male gave a chuckle, bit into his, then placed the packet onto the table. Roxas eyed it before picking it up, the cool chill rolling off in waves. It slightly lowered the temperature of his hand, it didn't bother him too much. He slowly brought the package closer, opening it with his free hand revealing the blue ice cream underneath. He eyed the shop owner closely on more time before taking a bite.

Instantly the face sparked up before relaxing in pleasure, he pulled it up quickly trying to hide the grin of joy underneath. "Sure its alright, thanks by the way." He took another bite, noticeably a bit faster this time. He licked his lips before commenting, "So what did you change in the main recipe?" The question came out with a rather curious smile, he just needed to know. Why was this Seasalt so good? How did this thing beat Mr. Salty Pants! The guy made his specially.. Yet this Newcomer shop person just walks up with it. No wonder the new diner got so many compliments.

"Got anything else I should try?" He asked about half way done with the ice cream, practically edging to beg for more, only dare not let the other know how much he enjoyed it. That he practically craved it, possibly even get a job just for it. Lame right? This stranger made his memories feel all that better, a little bit brighter.

Trade secret? Of course he wouldn't tell him, he felt a small smile at the very thought of the guy keeping it secret. What if it was some secret forbidden chocolate. No, the island star fruit, he did say was from the island. Why not try something unique? He tapped on the table thinking of the list taking the last bites thinking of the various flavors. He'll never know. Be Plankton all over again, gotta get the secret formula! The thought of the old yellow sponge cartoon story gave a small laugh leaning back placing the stick on a napkin. "Alright I'll take.. A burger. Utopian classic." Oh kind brainwashing.

He fiddled with the soda debating on when to start drinking it again, moment soda hits his tongue that ice cream flavor be long gone. This... This will be highly disappointing. "Job openings? You did just open up, guess you would have some." He kicked his feet in the chair child-like in thought before leaning forward peering at the larger figure, "Never had a job before, mind showing me the ropes?" He leaned back playing small table pound tune and gave a small half assed laugh, "Kidding."

The order was sent to the back, guy quickly reacted to asking what position, before losing some small step at Roxas joke not that Roxas noticed. Though once recovered he quickly claim to save a spot for a month or two else he would have to hire someone else.

He gave a small laugh before speaking his name, "Roxas, call me Roxas." He offered out his hand to shake with the owner's. When will that burger be done, his thoughts wondered looking past the man. The ticket was already gone, guess be couple of minutes. Once the hand shake succeeded or failed, he scratched the back of his head. "You're from the island? What did you like about it?" He wouldn't admit it, but he was actually kinda lonely between losing Xion, his brother, and his Mom. Well most of it was fault, shouldn't have been so. Regrets. Moving on.

He felt a slight pang of jealousy toward the very idea of swimming often during spring and summer. There were islands specifically for the kids? He wondered what types of adventures they were having, he gave a small sigh, "That's cool, you having a kid, that is." He felt a slight pang for his brother, kids. They were both just kids.

The guy continued on with his story about how there wasn't enough space, how he wanted to expand, and that he moved here closer to family. Roxas gave a small nod, sounded like your usual Lifetime movie story, didn't his mom used to watch those? This one time she forced him and his brother sit down and watch a movie for Christmas, he could barely remember the plot. Probably dozed off first few seconds within the intro, why must they always be so slow?

The waiter came over with the food, he watched silently at the interaction, another pang. Jealousy. Was that it? No, the guy works, yet. He plastered a smile on his face, "Why are you apologizing? Just happy to get some grub!" He picked up the burger began to munch, okay the guy was probably going to walk off to assist other customers. Then, he really didn't want the conversation to stop. Ahh, quit it, the man had a job to do.

First time? Considered cool to have a kid, he guess, just really spoke out in pure interaction. The guy was pretty cool, he seemed calm patient, and really almost reminded him of his Dad in a rather good mood. "Nothing to smile about?" He asked the question tip of tongue solemnly silent thinking about that lifestyle. His memories flickered to the long period without his brother, the since of that longing for others, yet reacting roughly about it. Why did everything have to be taken away?

The guy wanted to join the army, maybe he should join the army. He didn't really feel the pull to do so, but didn't they give great benefits? or something? Maybe be cool rescuing damsels in distress, that sounded kinda cool. Discover secret organization documents? That, he felt that certainly was up his alley. He thought of the guy giving up coolness of some sharp shooter to sit down and raise a kid. Kids. Where they the cause of everything going bad? No, adults, it was adults. Army shooter to Chef. Quite the step down. The guy seemed to be happy with it, weirdo. Roxas gave a small huff laugh.

This laugh was short lived when the guy slid into the booth the kid was sitting at. All hell, now he has to talk to this guy longer? What was there to talk about? Fuck, this was fun but this was just creepy now.. He took a bite quickly trying to drown his sudden panic for those "we need to talk son, your mom gone" bile in his throat. Luckily it never came, he was stuck drowning his soda, only for a waiter to make a refill before going to another customer. Crap. He gave awkward quirky smile, "Uhh sure. Your diner."

Ignoring the heart pounding in his chest, he quickly created a new subject. "Yo-you seem to like your son. Cool guy, huh?" Probably some annoying young brat kid, maybe he would be fun to babysit. What. No. He will not watch kids for money. Damn. Maybe he should get a job here. No. No.