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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[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.

[rile.livejournal.com]

I bought mine mostly for leisure, but it's been put to work ever since I've moved in with Roxas.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? What do you do?

[slightest fidget. still seems a little unsure about talking at all for some reason, fingers gripping the bottom of her vest tightly.]

[rile.livejournal.com]

[the tense nature of Kairi hasn't gone unnoticed by Sora, so he tries to appear as casual as possible.]

Whatever he needs me to. He hired me and lets me live in his loft. He pays the rent and I do my job.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[she's only so tense because she's scared of dying again.]

That's nice of him.

[rile.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he's a pretty good guy. ... to me, at least.

[n-nervous laugh.]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

Ah, one of those 'I-hate-everything-except-my-loved-ones' people?

[tilts her head a little.]

[rile.livejournal.com]

Make that 'loved-one'.

[sighs.]

To be honest, I hardly know him. He doesn't reveal much.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

Just not talkative or...?

[moving closer again. pretty sure he's not that dangerous, but you never know...]

[rile.livejournal.com]

He talks, sure, but the subject matter is pretty recent stuff. So he's just one big enigma when it comes to his past.

[closes out of his computer game to give her his full attention.]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[tenses briefly at that; she kind of liked not having his full attention.]

That bites. Is he at least easy to get along with for you?

[rile.livejournal.com]

Sometimes. It all depends on his mood.

If he's having a bad day, it's best not to talk to him at all.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[frowns a little at that.]

Sounds like you've got yourself a real winner.

[rile.livejournal.com]

It's not like he doesn't apologize when he snaps at me, and he tries to make it a point not to involve me in his bad moods. He looks out for me, y'know?

[a smile to match her frown.]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[that makes the frown fade.]

So it's just the rest of us who have to be on the look-out?

[rile.livejournal.com]

U-Uh, yeah.

[about that...]

Just steer clear of a six-foot-one Roxas and you should be okay.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[nods uncertainly.]

Should be easy enough to spot. How bad are we talking if I have no 'escape route'? I... really don't want to die again.

[rile.livejournal.com]

... there is the possibility of having a brief death.

[shamefully hangs his head. Roxas could be such a nuisance, with his unusual habit of endings lives and then saving them.]