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[ very bruised and battered, with a broken nose to boot, Sora's keeping to himself at all costs. every flash of blond hair brings out the track runner in him. he sprints, dodges and bumbles into a kitchen area. as soon as he locates the freezer, he sticks an unfrozen cold pack in. then in a show of anger bangs his head into the freezer.

... and stumbles back, a hand on his forehead. smart. ]

Motherffff--!

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[he probably looks less threatening in pajamas with sex-hair, but coincidence has him hovering in the doorway with a shiteating grin on his face. and then, he's clapping. notice he doesn't look scathed in the least, but that's probably because of the carefully applied makeup and the hand of a 'friend'.]

Bravo.

[ that voice will haunt him forever, he thinks. he's not going to turn around and acknowledge that Roxas is there. he'd rather play the role of the brat and glare at the freezer instead. ]

You know, I was thinking about the fight and I felt kind of stupid about it, y'know? Like it was unnecessary, and I shouldn't have done something, but then I was thinking about all of the advantages and disadvantages of the outcome and I thought 'hey, I guess I'm okay with that too' because damn, there's a lot of Soras around here, kind of like there's a lot of ants, and I think that shirt looks nice on you.

[... licks his lips. yup.]

[ Roxas can't see, but his eyes are narrowed at the freezer now. he wishes the other would walk out of the room and leave him alone; stop following him around (he had to be following). his hand slides down to cover his pocket after the shirt comment. ]

... and that's a good answer too, I guess.

[but he just can't stop smiling or shifting from heel to heel or licking his goddamn lips.]

Whatever, I need a drink.

[so his mind is pulled off of Sora in favor of the alcohol cabinet.]

[ as long as he's not watching his back, Sora's okay. so okay that he feels it's safe enough to open the freezer and check on his cold pack. as if five minutes means it's immediately frozen. ]

[and he's pulling out a bottle of vodka.]

Gonna need the fridge for some juice.

[he murmurs absently, rummaging around for cups .. cups, damn, too many fucking cabinets for a drugged up boy to handle, so he's just staring, perplexed.]

[ mumbles while stepping away, thinking only he can hear, but his hearing is a little out-of-whack. ]

Then you kin leave.

[.. so once upon a time he was thinking about vodka and cups and having a grand old time being fucked up on meth and getting drunk with himself, but apparently that train of thought crashed and burned with no survivors, so he took a new one and probably won't be back to reality for a bit.]

[ he's not leaving. oh christ, he's nowhere near leaving. Sora's just standing there waiting, hoping he'll wake up from whatever dream he's in while standing up, arms folded like a spoiled prince. when Roxas makes no move to leave, he speaks up. ]

Yo. Get out.

[his gaze cuts to Sora like it hadn't happened at all.]

Deal with it, bitchboy.

[still smiling, he reaches for the cabinet like it never happened, messily grabbing for a cup and trailing over to the fridge after setting the vodka on the counter.]

[ the intensity of his glare is enough to burn through buildings in a single glance. ]

Shut up 'n' move!

[takes his graaand old time sifting through the contents of the fridge for cranberry juice.]

[ he's not moving fast enough so Sora helps him. but it's more like shoving him aside and going through the fridge himself. ]

What you want?

[so he probably makes the worst mistake of his life by draping himself over Sora's back.]

Cranberry juice.

[ he should have known better than to get involved. Sora turns enough to be able to elbow him while reaching out for the juice. ]

I'll throw up on you if you do that again.

[he reminds politely, just barely catching Sora's elbow as it mashes into his gut. ugh.]

Then get off!

[ is that his ghettoccent wavering? it must be. ]

[must be the close proximity bringing out the white in him.]

Jesus Christ, s'not like I'm grabbing your dick. You're just warm.

[and Roxas is oh so cold.]

Go get yoself a blanket then.

[ makes up for his blunder and shoves the juice at him. ]

[takes the juice in his arms like a child would hold their most precious toy.]

But Sora, think about it! We could be awesome, taking hits off my pipe and drinking until we puke.

[sets the juice on the counter.]

[ goes after the cold pack in the freezer again. ]

Not wit you.

Man, you're such a party pooper. I bet you've been to tons of shit where guys get off just from watching you talk, but you never had a problem 'cause you didn't know.

[mixes things absently, watching the two swirl.]

And while that's getting cold, you can always get a plastic bag and some ice.

[ slams the freezer door shut! ]

Shut up! You don' know me!

Well you always act like you're the hottest shit, so I figured you'd at least have done something in the past to prove a face like that.

Or maybe you're just as much of a fake as your threats are.

[grabs up his drink to take a sip, and then licks his lips.]

[ Roxas gets the real deal when Sora tugs a switchblade out of his pocket. usually just for decoration, Sora's thinking about putting it to good use. ]

Wanna fight 'gain? Wanna die?

You couldn't kill a human.

[he grins, because it's funny. the knife is funny, Sora is funny, and the situation is so funny.]

[ the grin drives him mad, so mad that he runs at him like before. he doesn't count on the floor being slippery in one place. he can't believe Roxas is leaving his line of vision for a view of the floor.

it's a smooth landing, he thinks, since there isn't a knife in his gut but against his gut, barely digging in but digging in nonetheless. it's like a long, thin cut, needing nothing but a big bandaid and minimal movement to heal. Sora picks himself up from his heap,cussing and hissing, the blade now on the floor. ]

Shit, you fuckin' retard--

[he could've sworn his entire body went damn near freezing at the shock of the sight, but when he realizes Sora's fine and barely harmed, he steps forward with a step that's much more balanced than his careless staggering from before. with one kick the knife skids across the kitchen floor, and it's a single fluid movement that has him with a wet paper towel at hand.]

I swear to god if you open your damn mouth ...

[whatever. he'll do something. like punch that cut wider, but he's pulling that torn shirt up so he can clean away any blood that's beading.]

Or what?

[ tries pulling his shirt down with one hand and knocking away the paper towel with the other. he's not a kid, he can do this himself, and he doesn't need some creep blond all up in his lower grill like this. ]

You gon' rape me while 'm bleedin'?

[--suddenly snatches Sora's wrist, furious. when he yells, he howls, and his eyes are bright with anger.]

Shut up!

[ he hasn't heard yelling like that in years and it terrifies him on the inside, but on the outside he's a scowling brat. at least he shuts up. ]

[he really is teetering on the edge of just punching him in the stomach or staying levelheaded.]

Go get yourself a fuckin' bandaid.

[shoves him aside. need alcohol need alcohol need alcohol before things get worse.]

[ happy to be pushed away now, free to do whatever he wants. after this Roxas must want nothing to do with him again and that thought makes his world a little brighter. ]

Ah am! Where they at?

Go on a treasure hunt.

[grins in spite of the sudden anger, swirling his drink and taking a sip. mmm.]

[ fine, he doesn't need your help anyway. Sora grabs his sorta cold ice pack and his switchblade and avoids walking by too close on his way out. but efore he leaves he looks back at Roxas and huffs. ]

Real cute, Sora!

[he hollers, laughing to himself and nearly choking on his drink in the process. oh man, he's a mess.]

Shut up!

[ grunts this time, leaving for reals. ]

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