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[itwontfade.livejournal.com]

I have a feeling this isn't the convention center I was directed to.

{ooc; what is this? so many cats and not a dog~ until now. say hello to wolf!roxas. also some nifty information; he's got a guitar case over his shoulder.}

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[itwontfade.livejournal.com]

I ... thanks, I guess. [turns his head. the most he's ever gotten out of a human from his world was a frown, and this is the second one to get all excited over his ears.]

[his-littlest.livejournal.com]

Can I... Can I touch them?

your =/= you're

[itwontfade.livejournal.com]

[well ...]

So long as you're not obnoxious and loud like the previous kid I've run into, I don't see any harm in it.

[his-littlest.livejournal.com]

I promise I'm not. [ gently touches one ear ] They're so cute!

[itwontfade.livejournal.com]

[convinces himself, with the twitch of an eye, not to flick it.]

You act like you haven't seen them before. ... the cat I met earlier wouldn't tell me where I was.

Perhaps you can?

[his-littlest.livejournal.com]

I heard someone say this is a crossroads for the same people from different worlds. People don't have ears like these in mine.

[itwontfade.livejournal.com]

I ... [rendered speechless.]

[his-littlest.livejournal.com]

[ still amusing himself with the ears ] You're cute, Roxas.

[itwontfade.livejournal.com]

[grunts, lowering his head and averting his gaze.]

... will you stop with that cute business?

[his-littlest.livejournal.com]

I'll stop! I'll do anything you want.

[itwontfade.livejournal.com]

... eager to please? [his thoughts are spoken aloud, but he's curious. why would someone help a stranger? especially one with a disgustingly sharp bite.]

It's fine.

[his-littlest.livejournal.com]

Roxas is Roxas no matter where he comes from. I don't discriminate.

[itwontfade.livejournal.com]

This is going to take some getting used to, but I figure if people've appeared here as abruptly as I have, it's a common thing.

[--suddenly leans in, and his nose is pressed up against Sora's neck, breathing softly as he smells.]

[his-littlest.livejournal.com]

[ accustomed to being friendly with his Roxas and plays with his hair ] What are you doing?

[itwontfade.livejournal.com]

You smell like sex. [blunt and obvious, but to him the scent of fertility isn't exactly unpleasant. more so he regards it simply as activity. wolfish custom of mating for life is long since broken where he's from.]

[his-littlest.livejournal.com]

Do I? [ should probably fix that ] Is it a good smell?

[itwontfade.livejournal.com]

[flicks his tongue out, lapping briefly at his neck.]

I suppose.

[his-littlest.livejournal.com]

[ can't help his tiny giggling ] I don't sleep with just anyone, you know.

[itwontfade.livejournal.com]

[moves back, tail twitching with mild interest.]

I'm not pointing fingers.

[his-littlest.livejournal.com]

I'm just letting you know in case you're interested.

[itwontfade.livejournal.com]

No thanks. You're free to do what you want but I've been long since distracted from love and all its partners in crime.

[his-littlest.livejournal.com]

It's not for love, it's for money.

[itwontfade.livejournal.com]

All the more reason to stay away from it. Money is a dangerous thing.