a different kind of prick

[neck.livejournal.com]

[just sitting on a coffee table, watching TV and sewing something that must either be an attempt a a plush cat or rabbit...as well as poking his fingers repeatedly with a needle in the process]

Ouch!

Would've thought I'd get better, not worse...

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[neck.livejournal.com]

[tries not to smile at that sound, still playing]

I've never seen a walking pillow before, come to think of it...

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Oh you should. You're very familiar with it.

[neck.livejournal.com]

...Am I?

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[snorts lying against him]

Seeing as you're the one I'm referring too, yup.

[neck.livejournal.com]

[pets his hair]

Didn't think you'd notice since you were sleeping so peacefully.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Hmm, your smell and warmth were missing.

[neck.livejournal.com]

Next time I'll stay put then. Don't want you losing sleep.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

You don't have to stay. You can go do other things. I'd be oversleeping if you didn't move anyway.

[neck.livejournal.com]

So I make you sleep too much?

[whether Roxas missed them or not, he gets a side-poke]

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

If you don't move, I just want to keep sleeping.

[h-huffs at that side poke]

[neck.livejournal.com]

[thinks that is cute, but doesn't comment]

Maybe I'll start hiding then so you get some exercise after your naps.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

That might work out.

[neck.livejournal.com]

It's a plan then.

I'll try and be a good pillow during naptime.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Okie doke.

[neck.livejournal.com]

[derp. derp. derp. ruffles his hair]

Did you rest well?

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Yes, I did. Thank you.

[neck.livejournal.com]

[smiles]

I'm glad.

[sets the cat-not-cat on Roxas' lap]

Made sure not to get blood on it.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, good. You're not still bleeding are you? I could smell it a while off.

[neck.livejournal.com]

Well I was just poking my fingers, so kinda...

[holds up his hand to show Roxas]

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

You're silly.

[grabs his wrist, bringing his hand closer]

[neck.livejournal.com]

[lets him]

You knew that already.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

True.

[have fangs sinking into your wrist Sora. Om nom lunch]

[neck.livejournal.com]

[after the initial ouch he's fine, staying relaxed and letting Roxas feed]

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[pulls back and laps at the bite]

[neck.livejournal.com]

[just watches him quietly]