Roxas put the sword back in the sand, his muscles screaming in protest. He stared evenly at the sword, promising that he was going to come back, if Zack let him, and he was going to learn to wield it easily.
"It's very different," Roxas said. He put his right arm across his chest, pushing down his elbow with his left hand, stretching out his protesting arm muscles. "I've never handled a sword before."
Then he paused, "Five years old?" That was just a little alarming.
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Date: 2009-04-25 05:09 pm (UTC)"It's very different," Roxas said. He put his right arm across his chest, pushing down his elbow with his left hand, stretching out his protesting arm muscles. "I've never handled a sword before."
Then he paused, "Five years old?" That was just a little alarming.