after all, I'm still a jerk playing with matches

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

[back to the library for this Demyx, looking tired and cold. he's curled up in a bundle of blankets, sitting in front of one of the many fireplaces scattered around the large room. he's been trying to get a fire going for a while, but every time the matches burn down to his fingers without lighting the wood and he ends up tossing them away with a curse. he's gone through most of them at this point, rattling the little box around to judge how many are left]

Dicks, why is this so hard to do?

[he strikes another match against the box, waiting to see if maybe this time the wood will catch...]

Comments

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

[snorts, tapping a finger against his other hand, sparks crackling around it with each tap.]

Cute.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Tell you what, they had the right idea when they invented those furry hats.

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

Think you could get one over that mop you call a head?

[playing with the fire a bit, so it might get a little bigger, a little smaller, warp a bit.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Only if you can get one on first.

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't need one. I'm the fire guy, remember?

[lifts a hand and whoosh! there's some fire for a moment.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't fit over that hair, anyway. Maybe one of those British hats would suit you better.

*ridiculously amused by the line of smirking icons*

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

Nah, I don't think hats look too good on me. The crown hardly did.

[moves his hand back to its previous position.]

I laughed when I saw they both had a *smirk* tag

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Royalty does seem a bit of a stretch for you.

Well Axel kind of needs one. He's Axel.

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

Hey now, apparently I played the part of a prince pretty well.

[stretches his legs again, crossing his ankles.]

This is true.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

That just makes you a good actor.

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

Maybe, maybe.

[tilts his head back, looking at the ceiling.]

I figure that's kind of a given.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

That's a skill. Keeps everyone guessing.

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

S'pose so. Of course, every so often I get ragged on for 'not having emotions' and so on.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

You make it sound like a disease. "Look out! That one's got the Nobody!"

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

I bet that's what it is in some world out there.

[snickers.]

Careful, I might be contagious.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Gross, keep your cooties away from me.

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

You idiot, don't you know anything? Only girls have cooties.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Pfffft. How would I know if you've been touching ladies or not? Maybe they colonized all over you.

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

I'd burn 'em off.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Kill it with fire, huh?

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

Works for me.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Just snap your fingers and- - instant inferno? Pretty handy.

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

Yep. Especially handy when those pesky little kids just don't wanna leave you alone.

[not that he's used fire to get rid of the only real kid he's been around.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

You mean kids don't automatically run screaming from you?

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

I know, it surprised me too.