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Just to clear the confusion from a little whiny brat,

A very very smart way to stop the 'big Roxases' from fighting is to keep them away from me.

Got it? Unless your name is Cupcake, I don't care about you! ♥

So don't blame me the next time I have a knife at your throat. My personal bubble only allows one mirror image, and so long as I'm stuck here with the rest of you nasty bastards, you better respect it or stop complaining.

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[pauses, listening to him carefully. sits there, grasping the handkerchief in one hand tightly. eventually tilts self forwards, so his head falls on his shoulder. is completely unaware of how 'intimate' he's being.]

... don't say that. It's not right.

[it doesn't matter, he doesn't care, it just feels so normal and right to hold what he's lost so long ago, finally wrapping his arms around the other. it may not be his Sora, but they're all one in the same.]

There're things that keep me here now, things that keep me motivated, but I know I was perfectly ready to accept my death when I was informed that it'd be a week away from the day I appeared here.

[smiles a little, shifts so he's resting his chin on his shoulder.]

That's funny, it reminds me of when I went through something similar.

I bet your Roxas motivates you, right?

[leans his head over to brush his lips along the side of Sora's face, right above his eye. it's all soft, all kind hearted. nothing like the boy that wouldn't think twice before holding a knife to someone else's throat.]

He does.

[feels himself getting red, closes the eye below where Roxas is pressing his lips. trails off, voice already very soft.]

I thought so...

[kisses again, and again. he's free to say stop whenever.]

He's trying to stop me from killing for sport. It'd be a good idea, but when he's not around, I don't know how to deal with myself. I get anxious, and I get bored.

[kind of afraid of what would happen. closes eyes. as long as it's not on the lips, is kind of okay with it. fiddles slightly with his corset ribbons as he speaks.]

... well... killing for sport? I...

I can't agree with that, that's the same reason my family was killed... maybe he should be around you more often, though?

[stops though, sensing the nervousness. he finally pulls back and strays away a good few steps.]

Not necessarily for sport, but I dare people to rub me the wrong way so I have a reason to hurt them.

[--... misses the warmth, shoulders falling. but you can't win 'em all, so he sits tight, looking up at him through brown lashes.]

... well, it is their fault if they decide to overstep your boundaries. It's very rude.

[taps his foot.]

Specifically why I said this warning in the first place. Some are getting whiny that I don't necessarily enjoy my personal bubble toyed with, so I told them to keep their stupid mirrors to themselves.

[light nod, smiles and gets up, dusting off his pinafore.]

Then they're... very unintelligent.

[d-distracted.]

You really make that outfit look good.

[--if ears could perk up, they would. looks over at him, blushes and laces his hands together, dropping them in front of his legs. he looks down bashfully.]

U-um. Th... thanks.

Couldn't help myself ...

[he better stop here, possibly leave the scene before he does something stupid.]

I guess I'll be seeing you around, then?

[smiles and waves.]

Yeah, around.

[then turns, showing back and humming as he goes away.]

[damn, his fingers dig into his palms as he watches the brunet meander elsewhere. he should probably go find Cupcake to reimburse his confidence in the other. no need to stray from something so nice, after all.]

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