i wear god's name upon my wrist but you might as well tear my skin off.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[tried and true he doesn't break cliché-- he's not in the best of moods and so he's drowning them with music that seems to fit his life right then and there, but only in the little earbuds plugged into the sides of his head. other than that he's just sprawled on his bed with a gun at hand. it's probably not safe for him to be pointing it all over, but as you can see, there's a good amount of recently emptied shot glasses on his night stand that'd beg to differ.]

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[doctor-pyro.livejournal.com]

[He poked his head in the door, and arched his brow at the gun and the shot glasses.]

Rox, what the hell are you doing man? I thought you gave that shit up?

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[he barely hears the voice, so he yanks the buds out of his ears, but doesn't care to glance over at Axel.]

Huh?

[doctor-pyro.livejournal.com]

[He walked in further, hands held out in peace.]

Don't shoot me man, Just wanted to check up on you. What have you been doing with yourself?

[ixero.livejournal.com]

Too much.

[he can't stay all that focused on Axel's face, because it just reminds him of that idiot that he just keeps running into and losing sleep over.]

[doctor-pyro.livejournal.com]

[He plopped down beside him. Looking at him in concern.]

We used to talk, you know. Before you moved out with Riku. Want to tell me about it? Maybe I can be an impartial observer and help a bud out.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it. Just some guy that has your name and your face has been giving me a hard time lately. It'd be weird to talk about with you.

[keeps his back to him, nearly talking into the pillow.]

[doctor-pyro.livejournal.com]

[He sighed.]

Rox, you're a friend. Hell you're one of my best friends, of course I'm going to worry about you. Has he been harassing you?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[fjskl;. he'll stand a little bac--no, no, he can't do that. but he walks in without any looking around and sits next to him, saying nothing.]

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[when he turns his head, he's so startled to see him that he jumps, and the gun goes flying out of his hands.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[oh, you. caught with a hand in the cookie jar, you are.]

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[when he tries to sit up fast and babble excuses, a sharp pain runs through his leg, and it's all about trying to will that away instead.]

Ahh fuck ...

[he hisses, frustrated.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[quickly gets up, grabbing him around the waist and pushing him back down on the bed.]

... keep down.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

... I'm sorry.

[doesn't meet his eyes. he feels like this is becoming too frequent a thing-- apologizing to Sora. he feels like shit.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head.]

... and you're worried about me. Worry more about yourself. This isn't for me, quitting is for you. Don't say sorry to me. Say it to yourself.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

But I don't want to quit.

[he admits, turning his back to Sora and curling up slowly.]

Everyone else says I'd be better off, but I really don't see the point anymore.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry.

[he's quiet and closes his eyes, bunching his shorts in his hands.]

I wish I could make you see the point. I like living. I think you like living too. That's why I want you to quit.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

This place and the people here are driving me nuts. I'd avoid them but I always seem to just walk right into trouble.

[he's not sure if he wants to mention last night.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[looks at him.]

... I know.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

I can't tolerate people like you can.

[tenses a little, you can see it in his shoulders.]

God it's just.. one damn guy half the time, too. He's so much trouble, but I feel like his business is mine because I just ... do. It feels right.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

I guess it comes from home.

[by home he means his father, of course, and he looks away as he listens.]

... so you're friends with him. What's wrong about that?

[ixero.livejournal.com]

What's wrong with it? The guy's like a two-year-old in an adult's body. He throws tantrums all the time and he asks way too many damn questions.

[huffs.]

Sometimes I wish I could punch him in the jaw and walk away but I feel obligated to babysit.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[quiet hum.]

... I'd say you shouldn't, because, well. You shouldn't, but.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

But he's Axel, and he's lonely.

[presses his cheek to his pillow.]

Even if I don't feel less alone around him, I'm sure he appreciates my company.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[now he's just hugging, because he can't convey what he wants to in words.]

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[which is okay with him, because he really doesn't know what to think or say anymore, and just sighs, leaning some of his weight on Sora.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[smiles a little, just holding onto him.]

[ixero.livejournal.com]

You really save my sanity sometimes, y'know.

[that's all he says, appreciative in his own way as he places his hands over Sora's.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

I'm glad I can do that.

[smiles brightly.]

[ixero.livejournal.com]

Mm.

[and it's back to silence again for him, which again is good because a Roxas under the influence might say the wrong thing.]

[silverent.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[he was just going to pass by and leave Roxas alone, but the gun caught his attention, the shot glasses afterwards. for now he'll just stand outside the doorway, looking tired and none-too-amused.]

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[juuust what he needs. mommy Riku hawking on his strange habits. with a not-so-amused wrinkle of his expression, he tugs the headphones off, staring over at him.]

What does it look like?

[silverent.livejournal.com]

Slightly drunken idiocy.

[crosses his arms and turns to lean his back against the door frame.]

You're going to shoot yourself in the foot, or worse.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

Already shot myself in the leg.

[but what Riku doesn't know was that it was on purpose.]

I shot a guy in the hands, too.

[silverent.livejournal.com]

I'm not surprised.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

You never are.

[silverent.livejournal.com]

That's not true.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

It's very true.

[unloads the gun, letting the bullets fall atop his chest.]

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[goes to argue that statement, but decides it's not really worth it. especially if Roxas is buzzed.]

Why were you waving that thing around anyway?

[ixero.livejournal.com]

Nothin' else to do.

[shrugs.]

Everyone's always so busy getting laid so I don't bother making friends.

[silverent.livejournal.com]

'Everyone' is a bit of an exaggeration.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

No one cares about you Riku, stop trying.

[puffs his cheeks up. it's obviously his stab at humor, even if it's bitter.]

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[glances up towards the ceiling. maybe if he was in the mood, it might have been somewhat amusing.]

Yeah, thanks.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

Go be a sour-puss somewhere else.

['cause right now his vodka doesn't care.]

[silverent.livejournal.com]

[mutters something under his breath that sounds a lot like 'you're a dick', but Roxas gets his wish and Riku turns and leaves.]

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[so he'll just pluck the bullets off of himself one by one, putting them back in the gun.]