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[sitting atop a washing machine, waiting for his clothes to dry in the machine next to him - actually doing something responsible? not stealing a shirt off someone's back instead? Huh!]

[fingers that golden shell necklace of his - er, not exactly his, but who's counting?]

[it starts to glow just a bit - that surprises him and it stops when he drops it]

... Well that was kinda weird.

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[ practically deflates, hope draining. he wants that necklace so bad... he acts before he thinks and jumps at him for it. ]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[lurches back on the washing machine, holds a foot up to Roxas' chest, keeping the necklace out of reach] Woooah, man. Not cool. I worked pretty hard for this thing. [enjoying his desperation v. much]

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[ scrambling and clawing at the leg keeping him from that necklace, desperation in his eyes. ]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[ohh, that is not the best idea.]

[smile widens]

Okay, kid... [leans forward, foot still against him] Beg me for it. Try your best to, anyway. [cruel snicker]

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[ stops and stares again in surprise. how to beg... he swallows, fingers still clutching the foot to his chest, and drops to his knees. ]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[stares down his nose for a good minute or two, watching with what could be called disgust]

...Pathetic.

[throws the necklace to the floor, roughly] Take it.

But if you can't make it work, I'm taking it back.

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[ practically pounces on it, treating it with care, and nods absentmindedly. he clasped it around his neck and watched this evil twin, backing away slowly with his pajamas in his arms. ]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[tilts head, leaning back, watches him back off] So go on. I'm waiting...

Speak. [raises eyebrows with a smile]

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[ presses the shell against his throat, willing it to work. his mouth hangs open, eyes wide, but nothing happens. is it a trick? he must look like an idiot. ]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[the shell glows a bit, but no, nothing happens]

[watching him with an interested smile] Can't help much, sorry. Magic like that is out of my hands.

You could try asking the witch herself, but I doubt she'd be pleased to find you with that.

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[ it's not working, he doesn't know the witch and he doesn't know what else he can do; Roxas unclasps the necklace and holds it out for him to take back. ]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[quick to snatch it back - but looks up at Roxas with narrowed eyes.]

[God, does he actually pity this kid?]

...Her name's Vanessa. Or Ursula, but I'd call her the former, if I were you. Dark hair, usually wears a purple dress.

You should talk to her about your little, eh, problem... She's quite the martyr. [snerk.]

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[ jerks hand back to clutch his pajamas to his chest and nods before fleeing the scene. ]