at what we've done.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[and over in this corner of the dressing room, there's your normal Sora tied securely to a chair. seems like he's not particularly conscious, the way his head's bowed.]

[howe~ver, a few feet away, this gemini with bright blond hair is smirking, flicking a pocket knife around his hand.]

Now... where the hell are they.

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[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[raises his eyebrows, and shrugs.]

Go ahead and try?

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

I don't try. I get it done.

[advancing Roxas is advancing]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[and he's back up, just long enough until--]

[yells, curling into himself.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

...What the..?

[isn't sure what to make of that, freezing where he is while his double peeks around his side]

You bitch, what are you doing to him?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

Oh, what, you didn't notice and you have one of us?

[:|-ing. takes a few more steps back, and he's shaking, gasping for breath.]

The farther away I am, the more it hurts. Isn't that fun.

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

It won't be fun if I break your legs and drag your ass back over here.

[...really can't stand seeing Soras hurt. at all]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

Hm.

[seems that he's waiting for something--and after a few whimpers, things have gone completely silent. that's when he steps forwards again, giving a quiet 'tch'.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[...haet. somebody charges right at you and knocks you down, sir. guess who?]

I'm not letting you do that again, you fucktard!

[aaand his wimpy counterpart very cautiously follows, pausing by Sora]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[Sora is currently unconscious and unreachable. please leave a message.]

[smirks, knife out and possibly scratching up your arm.]

Aw, come on. There's about fifteen million people with his face, idiot.

[t-trying to throw you off.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[geez ow. grabs the wrist holding that knife, gripping hard. he's been working out for months now, sir]

Doesn't make a difference. I know that one's a nice guy and doesn't deserve this shit.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[h-hiss.]

Whatever, crazy.

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[might just look crazier when he pulls out a pair of handcuffs]

Been called worse.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[growlll. trying to stab your shoulder there.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[and his grip does slack for a moment, knife grazing his shoulder while he's trying to get the cuffs on the guy. hell, he's had worse, so he bites down a hiss at the pain and focuses on restraining the double]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[aaand he's caught, growling low in his throat.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[eventually twists the knife out of his grip and pockets it, not wanting to leave the thing where this guy can get it again]

You're not giving him more shit.