[As they continue on their journey to Roxas' house Sora can't help himself as he watches Roxas nom on his sandwich from the corner of his eye. His cheeks get warm with a light pink blush as he watches the way Roxas' lips move or how his tongue might peek out briefly to brush a crumb.
He tries to avert his gaze down to the sidewalk. It's very hard.]
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He tries to avert his gaze down to the sidewalk. It's very hard.]
Hey, Roxas? How long have you lived in this town?