when all else fails.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[he's stretches across a couch, belly down and with a writing utensil at hand. he's sucking noisily on some candy or another, scribbling words down on a piece of paper.]

I have no talent.

[he dully announces, reading over his poem. 'when you are sad, my heart gets mad, it's like a bald guy named chad.']

Comments

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

Y-yes you d-do.

[on your back now.]

[ixero.livejournal.com]

Ungh--

[grunts, trying to look over.]

Not in writing.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

Don't u-use r-r-rhymes? N-near rh-rhymes work.

[hugging your chest, Roxas. he has no problem with this gay-ish position but do you?]

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[problem? what problem. he's had to deal with his room hall smelling like sex for the past week. he's been feeling awfully frustrated so he appreciates just about anything.]

I guess.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Bored? [Oh hey, there's an Axel leaning over the arm of the couch, trying to read your poem. Recognize ol' scar-face up here?]

[ixero.livejournal.com]

I think if there was a word for more-than-dead-bored, that'd be about it.

[slaps his hand over his poem, which has doodles of fish and stars and checker patterns along the side.]

How're you?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[so just watches your paper and goes over words in his head. --oh wait! takes that pencil and writes out--]

I like it when you're scantily clad

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[shjsdvhgdsf]

Sora!

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[laughingggg.]

It rhymes!

[ixero.livejournal.com]

This is a poem about you.

[facepalminggg.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Aww, hey, I was trying to read that...

I'm not bad. Better than dead, at least.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

That's good to hear.

[flips to a new page.]

If you were dead.
As I have said.
I would play football.
With your head.

[peers over at him with a smirk.]

I'm a regular genius, right?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[jfksl;afsdafsd erases that, then.]

W-Why're you making a poem about me?

[ixero.livejournal.com]

Because you're the only one here I constantly worry about.

[sighs.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

You're a young Robert Frost. [He nods, totally mocking you.]

Might be kind of hard to play football with my head, though.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[... frowns.]

Why? You should worry about Kairi and Axel and Riku too--oh!

[speaking normally again, yay.]

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[it makes him smile. thank god.]

Axel can take care of himself. So can Riku. Axel's there to take care of Kairi. I know you can take care of yourself, but ... I don't know.

It just seems like people around here are a lot more intent on hurting guys who look like you.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

I would try.

[he murmurs wistfully, flipping on to his back.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[bites his lip, running a hand through his hair and looking down.]

Well... you're right. Most of them are. But I know how to steer clear of 'em. Besides, I have my knife, so 'm safe.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

It makes you upset. I hate when you're upset.

[when Sora frowns at him, it's just about one of the worst feelings in the world.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Eh, maybe you'll get the chance some other time. [Shifts to sit on the arm of that couch.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[there's a quick glance up and then down.]

... I'm going to be upset, Roxas. Those kinds of things always happen. It would've happened back home and here.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

Whatever.

[gives up, occupying his attention with drawing stars on the paper.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[fjsk;fs. sighs and puts his hands over the paper.]

Hey. What happens, happens, remember? I'll try not to frown, for you. I'm sorry I worry you, but you worry me too! I'm not the only one really preyed upon. I've seen a million Roxases hurt, even my--

[sjkfl;sa. ... falls quiet, sucking in a breath.]

Even my friend that protected me here. I know you're tough, but I don't want you to get hurt either, just because you don't want to see me sad or anything.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

I won't get hurt.

[he sounds sure of himself.]

And what happened to your friend? You don't sound so sure of yourself when you say 'friend'.