Theme song.

[xrioixi.livejournal.com]

I lost my journalist, and now I have no one to bother.

Someone entertain me?

[this unaffected Roxas seems a liiittle different from the rest, settling against the wall with a smile and a squirm.]

Comments

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[now's as good a time as any to take a break from walking, muscles stiff and straining in his legs. he stops to lean against the wall across from Roxas, propping his cane against one hip. just, you know, ignore the fact that he's sokaing wet.]

I can try.

[xrioixi.livejournal.com]

You.. look like you need a towel.

[gee, y'think?]

I'll go get one, you stay there.

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[blink]

You don't have to! I'll be okay. I can get one later.

[xrioixi.livejournal.com]

But you're trailing and someone will slip!

[huffs.]

Can't have anyone breaking anything in my sight. I'll feel bad because I have no idea what to do.

[argyled.livejournal.com]

What'd you lose?

[Roxas may want to rethink that one while mr. sweater vest is over here playing the fool, thumbing through a folder.]

[xrioixi.livejournal.com]

There you are!

[glee glee.]

You weren't in your room like you normally were, bat-boy.

[your arm is his for the taking.]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[sighs heavily, rolling his eyes with a small smile.]

Okay, fiiine, I'll get a towel.

[argyled.livejournal.com]

[okay, he can still keep reading with just one hand.]

I've never been in a room that changes more directions than a haunted house.

[xrioixi.livejournal.com]

Aww, poor baby.

Why don't you make marks to remember? Get some stickers and stick certain colors in certain places.

[argyled.livejournal.com]

This isn't my place. I'm not just going to mess with the natural order.

[that, or the fact he hasn't memorized where to even find a sticker. sandwiches are about all he can do.]

[xrioixi.livejournal.com]

I don't think it's anyone's place.

... plus, people do weird things to the bedrooms all the time! stickers all over the place is nothing.

[xrioixi.livejournal.com]

Good boy.

[smirks, staying where he is.]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[grips his cane and pushes from the wall.]

Will you still be here after? I don't want to come back for no reason.

[argyled.livejournal.com]

You can go draw on the walls with crayons, then.

[oops, dropped a photo. he'll be picking that up now.]

[xrioixi.livejournal.com]

Because my art is beautiful. I'll draw us a--

[ope, distraction time!]

Hey, what's that?

[argyled.livejournal.com]

Cute.

[just a photograph of one Roxas out of a million, complete with a tail.]

Field research. Maybe everyone else is used to this and little black roaches, but I'm not.

[xrioixi.livejournal.com]

Of course you'd make this more complicated than it is. You're good at that.

[laces his fingers with Riku's, swaying their arms a little.]

[xrioixi.livejournal.com]

Of course! I don't have anything to do.

[puffs out his cheek a little.]

[argyled.livejournal.com]

It's not like I have a television to get stoned in front of or a club to hit.

[xrioixi.livejournal.com]

I could be your television~

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[beams.]

Okay. I'll only be a second.

[he wobbles away to go and dry off. of course, a second turns out to be six or seven minutes, but he does come back, and this time he isn't dripping everywhere, towel draped over one shouler.]

There. Better?

[argyled.livejournal.com]

So I can watch you all day?

[two can play this game.]

[xrioixi.livejournal.com]

Yup, and I'll play all your favorite shows.

[argyled.livejournal.com]

Guess that comes with the programming.