curbside.

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

Which one of you morons wants to entertain me.

I'm bored.

[he complains vehemently, laying upside down on the couch with his back to the cushions and legs thrown over the back.]

Comments

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

... ... android, actually.

[coontail.livejournal.com]

You have a robot.

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

Well. Bioweapon. I think.

[thoughtful expression. is that what Jet called himself?]

[coontail.livejournal.com]

This sounds like some fucked up episode of Chobits.

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

Of what?

[anime? ¿que?]

[coontail.livejournal.com]

Nothing. Why do you have a bioweapon.

--is that your 'friend slash boyfriend'?

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[he shrugs, gaze dropping to stare at the back of the couch.]

I don't know, really. I don't think he can really master 'romance'. He's built like a bodyguard, for fighting and defending. I, being the defended.

[coontail.livejournal.com]

But you would if you could.

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[his expression twists into something miserable before he hides it with defiance, snapping his head to the side.]

Whatever. You can hate me.

[coontail.livejournal.com]

Tch, I'm just not going to involve myself in something where I'm only second best. It's only fair if I came second, but I don't 'settle'.

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

You don't come in-- there's no-- agh!

[he slips around until he's sitting up normally.]

[coontail.livejournal.com]

Look, you're obviously worried about hurting his feelings, or whatever the shit bioweapons have, so just stop.

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[he cups his chin with his palm, gaze on the ground.]

... s'not fair...

[coontail.livejournal.com]

I'm not about to get my ass kicked for screwing around with you. 'Bioweapon' doesn't exactly settle well with me.

1/2

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[closes his eyes.]

He wouldn't touch you if I told him no.

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

... I don't want to put off the only chance at a human to human relationship that I've had in years.

[shaky sniff.]

[coontail.livejournal.com]

Fuck. Don't cry.

[he may be apathetic to most everyone, but Sora's always held a special place in his heart. even if this guy is nothing like him, nothing is worse than seeing that babydoll face streaked with tears. he shoves Sora's legs out of the way, making room for himself to hug him.]

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[besides relationships, he's pretty sure he hasn't cried in years. he presses fists to his eyes, hiccuping.]

[coontail.livejournal.com]

[he can be a sweetheart when he wants, and now he's cupping Sora's cheek, pressing kisses to his forehead.]

Please.

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[mildly horrified, he scrubs furiously at his cheeks.]

O-Oh my god, I'm sorry, I don't know where th-that came from--

[coontail.livejournal.com]

Whatever. It's fine. Just. Don't make me feel like I made you cry.

I hate when that happens.

[as if it isn't horrible enough that one of your mothers cries at almost everything you do wrong.]

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

Can we... just...

[he's not sure how to ask this.]

[coontail.livejournal.com]

Just what.

[keeps on cupping his cheek, staring him down.]

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

... try?

[glossy lips are pulled down into a frown.]

[coontail.livejournal.com]

... yeah.

[it's quiet, and he sighs. maybe it won't be so bad.]