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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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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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