you think this game is 64 bits, boy?

[newblades.livejournal.com]

[someone's too stubborn to put up with the taste of an Elixir after getting into a fight -- and for some absurd reason, stitching himself up seems like a more desirable alternative.]

[there's already a bandage around his neck, and he's awkwardly working on his shoulder. he's not wincing whenever he pushes the needle in, but the absolutely foul look on his face says something about his current mood.]

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[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

If you keep your bandages that tight, you won't be able to breathe.

[small frown, hands in pockets.]

all signs point to yes :B

[newblades.livejournal.com]

Mm.

[just that small grunt hurt, but he still spares Riku a glance -- it's certainly not a pleasant one, however.]

seems so \o

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[... damn his soft spot for Roxae. goes over, loosening the bandages so they don't choke him or make his neck stiffen.]

[newblades.livejournal.com]

[grunts again. that's his personal space being invaded, and he's attempting to scoot back without whipping his head to the side and subsequently undoing the previous hour's work.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[... rolls his eyes. sorry, Roxas, you've got a Riku on your hands that actually cares about the well-being of most people in here. after a moment or two of fixing, he's stepping back.]

[newblades.livejournal.com]

[... it is more comfortable this way, and that irritated look soon dissipates. he's trying to twist his expression into something that looks thankful, but it's more blank than anything.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[he can tell, though--being around Roxae make him more in tune to their. ... er. -ness. quiet 'tch', and he's turning to go.]

You're welcome.

[newblades.livejournal.com]

Why?

[the question's gurgled out, and certainly painful, but he couldn't really stop himself from asking. based on previous experiences, Roxas always figured he wouldn't really get along with Rikus.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Why what?

[looks back at him with a raised eyebrow.]

[newblades.livejournal.com]

Did you help.

[finally winces, lowering his head a little.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

I don't like people being in pain.

[shrugs, eyes closing for a moment before he steps again, stopping.]

Do you still need help?

[newblades.livejournal.com]

[pauses, then looks back up at Riku with another blank expression. yes or no, it's hard to tell.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Verbal answers are nice, too.

[blunt.]

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[cringing as she watches]

...an Elixir will be less painful.

[newblades.livejournal.com]

[he acknowledges her with a glance, but doesn't say anything. she's probably right, he knows that much -- someone's being a little bit stubborn, however.]

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

You are one, stubborn Nobody. [Sets down a bottle of the stuff next to him.]

[newblades.livejournal.com]

[and he glances at Namine, the bottle, Namine ... maybe weighing the disgusting taste of an Elixir against the painful inconvenience of stitches.]

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

....or do you want me to stitch you up?

[newblades.livejournal.com]

Well--

[it's hard stitching oneself up tidily, and Roxas doesn't exactly have pride to kick down a notch or two. he gives a half shrug.]

I suppose.

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Rolls eyes. Sits down next to him]

How bad of a job had you done?

[newblades.livejournal.com]

That would depend on your definition of "bad".

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[...it's bad. Sighs. This would hurt, Roxas.]

I don't get why you would pick pain over something as trivial as bad-tasting curative items.

[newblades.livejournal.com]

I think the pain is worth not having to taste an Elixir to begin with.

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

Even if it relieves it. [Thinks you have backward logic. is that needle painful?]]

[newblades.livejournal.com]

It doesn't hurt that bad.

[he's consciously making an effort not to flinch.]