A girl of about eighteen or nineteen walks though the streets of twilight town. You know, falling through random portals in the sky was not fun. Especially when one falls on their ass. And nearly breaks a leg.

"Where the hell am I?"

The girl turns her head, looked around. Blood-red hair swaying against her neck.

"and how the hell did I get from the land of pirates and fairies to here?"

She frowns.

"And why the hell isn't it nighttime yet?" Sunset wasn't supposed to last this long, dammit.

I sat on the ledge of the clock tower, looking down at my hometown of Twilight Town, and slowly licking my slightly-dripping, sea salt icecream.

Damn, but this icecream was good.

Then suddenly, I saw a portal in the sky open up and a red-headed girl fell through, and disappeared from my view, as she fell behind some buildings.

Hmm...looks like things may start to get a bit more interesting around here.

A small drop of icecream slipped down the side of my fingers, and I licked it off with a contemplative look on my face, before I then jumped off of the tower, and made my way down by hopping and flipping off of the surrounding buildings, until I finally reached the ground, and set off in the last general direction that I had seen the falling girl.

I stopped and bought another sea salt icecream on my way there.

"La, dah dee, nahnaaaaa, dah de--WOAH-- AAAAAAAAAGH--"

CRASH

A thick puff of dust jumped up from between a couple of buildings.

After a moment, the dust slowly began to settle. A few feeble coughs sounded from the depths of the junk-pile as the dust fell back into place and it revealed two legs sticking out of the pile, which had most definitely not been there before.

"... Ow," came a muffled voice from the depths of the junk, a sneaker'd foot twitching.

The legs wiggled, and after a few minutes of obvious strain, the rest of the body exploded out of the depths of the junk, amidst another hearty puff of dust.

A young man, nineteen at the most, lay on the mountain of stuff, chest heaving, a banana-peel placed on the top of his head like an odd and thoroughly smelly hat.

"... Where am I... ?" the young man asked himself- voice slow, flat and monotonous, like he had all the time in the world- letting out a little sniff, mirror-like silver eyes glancing around his odd surroundings. One hand came up and scratched at the side of his head, lax mouth falling further open to yawn.

First he was wandering around a world he'd forgotten the name of, he tripped, fell head-first into something big and black, and then he face-planted into an olfactory insult.

"... Oh well," he said after a long and luxurious yawn, voice still slow. He pulled himself to his feet and waded through the junk, stumbling up a small flight of stairs-- to almost be run over by a tram.

The young man sat there, on his rump, on the stairs –not a very comfortable position, he noted–, staring with wide silver eyes as the homicidal, golden-coloured tram passed him.

Where the hell was he?

The banana peel stayed comfortably on his head: unnoticed, and undisturbed.

"You, the-second-person-I've-seen-fall-out-of-the-sky-for-today person, are in Twilight Town. The name's Roxas. What's your's?" I asked the silver-eyed guy, who had just fallen out of the sky before me.

I sat squatted down before the guy, sucking slowly on my icecream, and waiting for his reply.

The silver-eyed young man eyed the teen before him, said eyes slowly dragging closed, before opening again. A smooth nose was wiggled a little because of a sniff.

"... My name," said the young man, voice always slow, unfocused, simple, like he had all the time in the world, "is Rey... Nice to meet you, Roxas."

A lax hand came up and gave the spiky-haired blonde a heavy pat on the head, before it fell back to his lap with a faint noise. A crooked smirk melted onto the brunette's face and he tilted his head to the side, looking content and sweet, the banana peel swaying a little.

"...Hey... What do you do for fun around here?" Silver eyes closed and opened once more, the blonde being given a reflection of himself in the gleaming irises of the older boy.

I plopped myself down beside Rey, leaned back against a crate, reached out, and plucked the stray banana peel from his head. I then twirled the peel between my fingers for a couple of seconds, before I then tossed it over my shoulder, and looked over at Rey with a little smirk.

"Fun, huh? Well, I just saw this really hot red-head fall from the sky not too long ago...kind of like you just did...and I was going to go check her...er...that out...wanna come along?"

Kali leans against the alleyway wall. She's a good distance away from the two of them, but still within hearing range. If she wasn't mistaken that was Rey. Who was the blond kid?

... She didn't know whether or not to assume that aforementioned blond kid was referring to her when he said "hot redhead." and if he WAS, she wasn't sure what to think, really.

Deciding she should save them the trouble, she steps forward, into the semi-low light.

A grin on her face, and golden eyes halfway closed, she speaks. "Rey, how did you end up here, of all places?"

Her grin widens. More smirking than anything. The situation is amusing to her. "And who is this?"

I hopped up to my feet, strolled over to her, took her hand in mine, and with a gallant bow, and a small peck to the top of her hand, I said, "my name is Roxas. And who might you be, pretty lady?" I asked, as a twinkle appeared in my eye.

She raises a delicate, blood-red eyebrow. "Roxas, hm..?" Kali smiles. "Could you tell me.. Where exactly we are?"

He was rather.. overdramatic. But amusing! This could be fun~

Silver eyes looked up at the sound of a familiar voice, and Rey broke into a wide, jelly-like, wobbly grin. "Hey, Kali!" he sniggered happily, a reflection of the red-head playing in his large silver eyes.

"... I just appeared here," he said, shrugging, seeming oblivious of the conversation Roxas and Kali seemed to be having, silver eyes seeming intent on staring at a crumpled plastic bottle by his knee. "No idea why..."

A hand came up and scratched at his head of hair with slack fingers. His body and his mind seemed to be two different things. His body would do as it wished, and his mind would, in return. His hand dropped again and his foot twitched.

"I wonder if they have any happy-plants here..."