It's always raining in my head.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[someone's trying to light up a smoke with shaky hands, because it's been a slightly scary night and it's been so long, but when the flame nearly licks his palm, down goes the lighter with a clatter, and crunch goes the filter of the cigarette between his teeth.]

Ah, shi--

[... hello dressing room, you are not the street light he was hovering under.]

Comments

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

... Roxas?

1/2

[ixero.livejournal.com]

Not right now, So--

[pause, breathe in, --woosh]

2/2

[ixero.livejournal.com]

Sora!

[sjhsghagdh rips the cig from his mouth and crushes it in his palm.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[crosses over to him, arms folded over his chest.]

Uh-huh.

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[scoops up the dropped lighter-- he'd know his step-brother anywhere, dressing room or not.]

What happened to quitting?

[ixero.livejournal.com]

Shut up. I was off of it for a while.

[glaaares.]

[silverent.livejournal.com]

You better not let him find out.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[awwwfuck. he's boned.]

You caught me at the worst time--

[words, you fail him.]

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[just sighs, withdrawing the ruined cig in his mouth and cramming it in his pocket. so close, so close.]

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[holds his hand out, palm up. ah ah ah..hand 'em over.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[staaare.]

Uh huh. Go on.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[mutters something angrily that sounds like 'jerkoff', but he slaps the pack into Riku's palm, growling.]

[ixero.livejournal.com]

Shit, I'm just.

[hooo boy.]

I'm sorry.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[siiigh, although he coughs a bit as he digs in his pocket, pulling out a stick of gum.]

Good. Here.

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[pockets the pack of smokes to throw away later.]

It's for your own good.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[grabs it and unwraps quickly, shoving the cinnamon gum into his mouth. the relief brought on by the burn is almost instant, and he sighs.]

I'm really sorry.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

S'alright.

[smiles, and opens his arms for a hug.]

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[and of course he can't avoid the Sora-magnet, drifting right over to him to squeeze him with a tight hug. he wants to say something like 'damn, I missed you' but he's too self conscious, and settles for silence.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[gives a soft laugh, beaming and hugging him a little tighter.]

You wouldn't believe how much I missed you...

[ixero.livejournal.com]

It feels like it's been forever.

[doesn't let him go, burying his face in cinnamon spikes.]

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[takes a deep breath, before smiling and drawing his face back.]

You smell more like sugar and less like smoke.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

Probably.

[grins against his shirt, before pulling away effectively.]

Well, remember that place I told you guys about that had the doubles?

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[heavy sigh, and he hides his face in his shoulder.]

Glad you all believed me.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[a small groan.]

So not fair...

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

Good.

[pout, wiggling where he stands.]

... don't get in trouble, please?

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[stare.]

The only person in the history of colleges that got beat up my their roommate point-two seconds after they met.