up to the roof

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[sitting on a bean bag with two cigarettes, one in each hand and both of them lit. he seems pretty relaxed, alternating between the two.]

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[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

[wherever there was a drug present, no matter how small or legal (or illegal), Roxas was bound to show up. The scent of smoke drew him there. ]

Hey...Wanna share?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[exhales, eyes half-closed.]

Nope.

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

Aw~ Come on... What if i give you a little something in return~?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[scoffs.]

I hardly think it'd be anything worth my time.

[switches from one smoke to the other.]

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

Aww...I think you're just shy. One thing i don't do is dissapoint... But if it's not what you're looking for, then what do I have to do to get one from you?

[And he will do anything... He's a bit of an addict. ]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[when he laughs, the smoke bursts past his lips in a puff of air.]

Shy? You have no idea who you're talking to.

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

Yup. No clue...and frankly, i don't care. You have cigs, thats all i need to know.

[A brief pause as he sort of walks towards him. ]

Unless if you have stronger things...?

[He'd kill for something stronger... Seriously. ]

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He arched his brow as he plopped in a bean bag next to him.]

Do I want to know why you're smoking two cigarettes? Isn't one enough?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[lifts the one in his left hand, glancing over.]

This one's menthol.

[and then lifts his right.]

This one isn't.

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He chuckled.]

You haven't heard of smoking one at a time?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

Two of something is better than one nine out of ten times.

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He chuckled, snatching the non-menthol cigarette out of Roxas' hand and taking a drag before returning it.]

Guess so. How's things been?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[taps some ash off onto the floor.]

Tolerable. You know, it's common courtesy to ask to borrow something before you actually borrow it.

[confidenthero.livejournal.com]

[there's a pair of lips wrapping around one of the cigarettes, sucking in deeply before letting the smoke trail out of his nostrils.]

Don't kill yourself now. I kind of like you having healthy lungs.

[all the better to exercise lengthy moans with, right? right. Sora places his hands on Roxas' hips.]

I should've told you what I did the other day. You would've flipped your lid.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

Only kind of?

[shifts so he's more comfortable and offers the shorter cigarette to Sora.]

What'd you do?

[confidenthero.livejournal.com]

[accepts, snatching it between his fingers and pressing it to his lips for another drag.]

I was reading up on 'odd kinks' and I found this thing called 'nyotaimori'. It's this food fetish where you lay sushi out on a naked woman and eat it off of her.

I'm not fond of sushi though, so I used fruit. You should've seen some of the reactions I got.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[laughs quietly, brows lifting in curiosity and intrigue. he licks his lips and then takes another drag, holding his breath until it burns and he exhales.]

Anyone eat it off of you?

[confidenthero.livejournal.com]

Fortunately or not, no. I was kind of hoping you'd have stopped by, though ...

[leans against him, blowing out smoke slowly.]

People kept picking it off and I got kind of fed up before it was all gone, because my joints were so stiff from laying still.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[closes his eyes against the smoke, lips curling slightly.]

If you had let me know beforehand, I might have squeezed you into my schedule.

[the schedule made up of sleeping, eating, working out, and avoiding just about everyone.]

[pyromancing.livejournal.com]

Hey man, that's crazy.

My brother died that way.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[puff puff.]

Sucks for him.

[pyromancing.livejournal.com]

Well, you can just keep drying up your insides then.

Til you turn into a big pile of black stuff on the floor.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

I don't need your permission.

[pyromancing.livejournal.com]

I didn't offer it.
Man. You're just as insecure as the Roxas I know.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

Insecure? No.

[laughs.]

Not even close.