synchrotone

[connatus.livejournal.com]

O-ow ow.. nngh..

[someone looks extremely uncomfortable, standing in the bathroom as he tries to set two broken fingers, biting hard at his lower lip.]

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[pedo.livejournal.com]

[was he there before? ... well, whatever, now he is, looming over Sora from behind.]

Need help with that?

[connatus.livejournal.com]

[gjhfg jumps! ..and end up jerking his fingers.]

--gah! N-no!

[it'll take a second for him to realize you're not the Axel he thinks you are.]

[pedo.livejournal.com]

Whoa, shit, kid. Calm down!

[places his hands on Sora's shoulders softly, trying to keep him still.]

[connatus.livejournal.com]

[notices in the reflection of the mirror that Axel's hand lacks a certain matching tattoo and seems to calm a little after a moment.]

.. s-sorry.

[pedo.livejournal.com]

It's fine, man, just don't hurt yourself ...

[makes a weak grab for his wrist.]

[connatus.livejournal.com]

[reflex makes him pull back for a second, but he lets Axel take his wrist, biting at the inside of his cheek.]

[connatus.livejournal.com]

[glances out of the corner of his eye, cradling his hand.]

I.. don't know how to do that.

[connatus.livejournal.com]

[hesitates, then holds his hand out, averting his eyes.]

[connatus.livejournal.com]

[a little too quick to reply.]

I slammed them in a door!

[connatus.livejournal.com]

--it was a heavy door...

[he's never been a good liar.]

[connatus.livejournal.com]

[purses his lips.]

Do.. you know how?

[maledicentis.livejournal.com]

Sora...?

[connatus.livejournal.com]

[tenses, lowering his hand to the counter.]

.. h-hm?

[maledicentis.livejournal.com]

W-what happened?

[connatus.livejournal.com]

N-nothing, I just closed my fingers in a door.

[maledicentis.livejournal.com]

Was the door spring-loaded? You broke your fingers.

[connatus.livejournal.com]

... i-it was heavy.

[maledicentis.livejournal.com]

Is that what actually happened, Sora?

[connatus.livejournal.com]

[... he's too tired for this anymore.]

... no.

[maledicentis.livejournal.com]

...

[he just looks at him, knowing he can get him to spill that way]