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?

[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]

[a long silence, and then he nods.]

[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?

and afternoon. and evening. hurfdurf.

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

No.

[he says this firmly, though he's sucking in a sharp breath whenever he has to move his back. his cheeks are also flushed with embarrassment.]

Sora must be a busy boy.

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[sits down cross legged beside him, but offers no assistance.]

Suit yourself.

of course, because he has no friends. what's left to do?

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

[grits his teeth and just holds his forehead in his palm for a moment.]

Why're you hanging around here? How do I know you're not really my brother?

sex, apparently.

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

Take a look around. I'm not the only one with this face.

with ghosts. or something.

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

[his eyes do wander even if he's not interested in that part of his questioning. he sees nothing, but it's only because they're in one room of millions.]

... right. Even if you're not my brother, that doesn't mean you're not a jerk.

this guy's mostly available.

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

Never said I wasn't. If you want sympathy and tears, you need to talk to my Sora, not me.

if you can get sora past the fact of 'omg it's like sex with by brother', be my guest!

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

I didn't ask for any.

[huffs. frustrated Sora is achey and frustrated.]

Maybe he'd prefer sex with the Sora portion of this guy, then.

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

Luckily for you, then, I didn't plan on letting him out.