little less conversation, a little more action, please

[swapped.livejournal.com]

[just sitting in the kitchen, carving into the table with his pocket knife.]

Comments

[snowy-end.livejournal.com]

Oooh, what's he doing?

[don't mind the ghost Kairi peering over your shoulder there. might be a little cold though.]

[swapped.livejournal.com]

[goosebumps spread over his skin like wildfire and he shivers just slightly, but he doesn't look up. he just keeps carving away, cutting little wedges into the edge of the table.]

[snowy-end.livejournal.com]

Oh tsk. He's ruining the table.

[she moves around him a little and shoves her hand through his.]

Don't do that.

[swapped.livejournal.com]

[his reaction is quick as he changes his grip on the knife and slams it down into her hand, hoping to pin her to the table. ...you know, if she wasn't a ghost.]

...well you must be every sci-fi nerd's wet dream.

[snowy-end.livejournal.com]

[her face scrunches up in disgust as she waves her hand through the knife.]

That's something I really don't want to think about.

[swapped.livejournal.com]

[he reaches out and gives the knife a wiggle, loosening it before he yanks it out of the table.]

So you're like Casper, then. The innocent, friendly ghost.

[snowy-end.livejournal.com]

Dunno about that. There's time where I go a little loopy. I'd probably hurt people then if I actually could. But...

[she walks into the table, wiggling her hips a little.]

No touching for me.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[wobbles into there, and then pauses, head tilting to the side]

What are you doing that's causing that sound?

[swapped.livejournal.com]

[glances over, brow lifting. he pops out another wedge from the edge of the table.]

What's it look like?

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[...pause]

I can't see, I'm blind.

[gestures to his glass eyes, one blue and one green. His clothes don't match either]

[swapped.livejournal.com]

[gives him a once-over.]

..I guess so.

[smiles a little even though Sora can't see it, and then turns his attention back to what he was doing.]

I'm carving up the table.

[pop goes another wedge of wood.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[blinks]

Why?

[swapped.livejournal.com]

[ignores the question completely.]

What happened to your eyes?

[he flips the blade closed, more interested in Sora than mutilating the table now. ..the boy is almost kind of cute with his mismatched clothes and his blank stare.]

[lost-myfooting.livejournal.com]

[squeeeeak goes his wheelchair as he wheels in, curious, flinching at the sight of a Roxas, but coming in anyway]

What are you doing?

[swapped.livejournal.com]

Destroying a kitchen table.

[glances up to make some witty remark, but... wow, not exactly what he expected.]

[lost-myfooting.livejournal.com]

[yeah he has that effect on people]

Why?

[swapped.livejournal.com]

[clears his throat.]

..experimentation.

[lost-myfooting.livejournal.com]

On a table?

[swapped.livejournal.com]

[shrugs.]

I punched out a window earlier and it repaired itself. I wanted to know if everything here worked like that.

[punched out a window? sure doesn't look like it. his hands are flawless.]

[awakingalone.livejournal.com]

[watching curiously. He takes his own knife out as if another Roxas having one is an amazing discovery]

[swapped.livejournal.com]

[glances up.]

Are you trying to impress me?

[awakingalone.livejournal.com]

Impress you with what?

[swapped.livejournal.com]

You whipped that out like you'd never seen anyone else with a knife before.

[awakingalone.livejournal.com]

I don't see may me's so-

[shrugs]

It's just a knife.

you saw nothing

[swapped.livejournal.com]

[juuuust going to go back to destroying the table.]