Breathe today;

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

No, that's not what I said, don't put words in my mouth.

[his eyes fall shut. he's seated in a chair somewhere in a room that looks like it'd belong to a counselor.]

You know I hate when you get in my face about that, I talk about someone too much and you automatically think I-

[he's talking as he looks up, but when he realizes his counselor's gone and the curtains aren't billowing with open windows blowing from the summer breeze, his voice halts. he's really not sure what to do about this.]

Comments

[silentinterror.livejournal.com]

Were you talking to yourself?

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

... mom?

[gee Sora, your eyes are wide.]

[silentinterror.livejournal.com]

I look like your mother?

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

[a long silence, and then he nods.]

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[walking by, pauses at the sound of speech. then raises an eyebrow.]

Is the person you talk to too much yourself?

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

[his brows draw down and his head bows, shoulders tensing.]

Shut up.

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[scoffs and rolls his eyes, shrugging his shoulders.]

Not like you'd be the first.

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

You're always making fun of me. Can't you lay off? Just one day.

[pulls his knees to his chest, pressing his face against them.]

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

I don't think I'm who you're thinking of, sorry.

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

Don't play games with me.

[tenses again.]

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[shrugs.]

You'll believe me when you've been here for more than five minutes.

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

Where did Naminé go.

[parts his knees a little so he can hold his temples with them, watching as his fingers trace across his shoelaces.]

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[he hasn't heard that name in a little while, so he stiffens just slightly before shrugging once more.]

I'm not from your world. How should I know where your little friends are?

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

She not my friend.

[he snaps harshly, fingers clenching into fists for a brief moment before he groans, relaxing again.]

Whatever. Go play stupid somewhere else, Roxas.

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[but he's got an eyebrow raised curiously now.]

You're certainly interesting, for a Sora.

apparently sora tops with wood

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

Why're you being such a--ah!

[and as he's standing, he gets himself all caught up on the chair because his rubber grip on his shoe just doesn't want to let go of the sticky leather, so down he falls, toppling with wood and stuffing alike.]

snrk. his morning wood?

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[he's coming closer rather slowly, all things considered.]

Need help?

[cursedmelody.livejournal.com]

Hello?

[have a Demyx with a big bowl of cookie dough ice cream, looking slightly concerned.]

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

[his gaze falls to the left. well that's odd he forgets to speak, though.]

[cursedmelody.livejournal.com]

[wordlessly holds out the bowl and a spoon, hopefully in view of him.]

[horrible-ending.livejournal.com]

...So who were you talking to fore you dropped in?

[only the broken near psychotic Sora doesn't assume you're crazy. Isn't that bad?]

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

.. what is this? Some kind of joke?

[tenses up, teeth clenching.]

[horrible-ending.livejournal.com]

You know that's what I thought at first too.

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

This isn't funny. Roxas? Roxas. Stop playing games with me. I'm not in a good mood.

[horrible-ending.livejournal.com]

...You know I could say "Who's Roxas" but something tells me you'll just get pissed at me if I do...