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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[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.]