clear.

[rile.livejournal.com]

[someone is supposed to be crunching numbers and backing up his hard drive, yet instead he's doing the opposite. with large headphones around his neck blasting music, he's focused on his laptop where he's enthralled by some first-person shooter game.]

... Aha! Headshot.

[ooc; shame on roxas. 18+]

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[pluiet.livejournal.com]

An FPS?

[a little ways away, peering curiously, if a little cautiously, at him, absently tugging her vest tighter around herself.]

[rile.livejournal.com]

[peeks up at her.]

Mhm.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[moves a little closer after deciding he's safe. her nose wrinkles a little though.]

How can you play those?

[rile.livejournal.com]

A little hacking here and there...

[stabs the enter key and off goes an enemy's head.]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

No, I mean... they're so...

[searches for the appropriate word.]

[rile.livejournal.com]

Boring?

[attempting to help.]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

Yeah!

[grins a little.]

I mean, okay, you get to shoot heads off. Yay? Most FPSes don't even have decent story-lines or anything.

[rile.livejournal.com]

[snorts.]

Just trying to reminisce the days when graphics weren't so meticulously realistic.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

Ah. Are you at least doing well?

[kind of looks like she wants to get closer and take a look, but is hesitating a few feet away.]

[rile.livejournal.com]

I know this game like the back of my hand. It's part of my airplane survival kit. Boring flights leave lots of room for gameplay.

[he smiles brightly.]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[nods in understanding.]

Last flight I took I was bored out of my mind. Was unprepared for it.

[rile.livejournal.com]

My laptop hardly leaves my side.

[pats it fondly.]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

Ahaa... lucky. I didn't get a laptop until school this year. Came with the room.

[menace.livejournal.com]

Excuse me.

[rile.livejournal.com]

[T-TENSE.]

[menace.livejournal.com]

[grins reeeal wide as he pats Sora's head and leans down so he's next to the kid's ear.]

This doesn't much look like backing up to me.

[rile.livejournal.com]

It's running in the background?

[liar, liar, pants on fire.]

[menace.livejournal.com]

Something like your game wouldn't run so smooth with that going on.

[sighs, tugging Sora up by his hair.]

Can't you do anything without me having to babysit you?

[rile.livejournal.com]

[whispers a string of 'ow, ow, ow!' until he's safely standing.]

Yes, I can!

[menace.livejournal.com]

[and twisting him around like so-- hey, guess whose ass is hiked up on the table with a feisty blond between his legs?]

Really now.

[rile.livejournal.com]

[spreading his legs to make room, he peers at him with curious eyes.]

Jeez, Rox', who'd you mutilate this time?

[menace.livejournal.com]

A guy.

[he murmurs slowly, arms yanking Sora closer.]

He asked me to carve hearts into his back and peel the skin out from them.

[rile.livejournal.com]

[Sora molds against Roxas' front with ease.]

Kinky.

[menace.livejournal.com]

He wouldn't shut up.

[grunts, rolling his hips at Sora.]

[rile.livejournal.com]

Good or ba-aaad.. thing...

[mirrors the action.]