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[crankdatsoraboy.livejournal.com]

[ it's almost been two weeks since his last visit and he's been busy. Sora arrives via a door that is slammed shut as quickly as it was thrown open. he lands on his butt on the floor with a black eye, a bloody nose and scrapes on his legs and bruises on his arms. he's up on his feet immediately and opens the door to discover what was once an alleyway is now just a regular room. ]

Aw hell naw!

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[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

[like always, he's here, but it looks like he doesn't even notice Sora, stepping right past him rather quickly as he walks down the hall.]

[crankdatsoraboy.livejournal.com]

[ Sora figures he's going to help but when he walks right by his hope disintegrates. he's actually disappointed; it shows in his scowl. ]

Don' need you anyway.

[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

[he really doesn't need to deal with anyone else's problems right now, and the skin under his eyes is a little red. looks like someone's been having a rough time.]

One day, someone's gonna pull out a gun.

[crankdatsoraboy.livejournal.com]

[ disappointment shifts to confusion. ]

Say what?

[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

When you keep fucking around with people, acting like you're tough shit, someone's gonna get pissed.

[takes a deep breath, facing away from him again.]

And they're gonna pull a gun. What will you do then?

[crankdatsoraboy.livejournal.com]

[ never thought of guns before. it's always been knives; I'll cutchu. ]

... Guess I'll run.

[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

You can't outrun a bullet. You're not superman. They'll shoot you in the back.

[he starts walking forward, but detours a sharp right into the bathroom, still talking as he gathers things to clean up the blood and cuts.]

You have to give it up. There isn't anything worth getting dead over.

[crankdatsoraboy.livejournal.com]

[ stubborn stubborn stubborn. ]

I should try, right? Ya never know.

[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

If you get stuck in that situation, yeah, but it's avoidable and you shouldn't even screw around like that. Do you want to be paralyzed? One armed? One legged? Six feet under? You're fuckin' asking for it.

[emerges with a cup of hot water, a towel, some cotton balls and peroxide.]

[naughtily-fun.livejournal.com]

Nice face.

[says a Roxas in that 'regular room'.

[crankdatsoraboy.livejournal.com]

[ not what he's looking for. ]

Shucho mouf.

[naughtily-fun.livejournal.com]

When I please.

[Chuckles. He wasn't expected himself.]

Should I ask what happened?

[crankdatsoraboy.livejournal.com]

[ wary of every Roxas he comes across. ]

No.

[naughtily-fun.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs.]

Take some advice then. Don't bother getting yourself into unnecessary fights.

Unless you like that look you're sportin'.

[crankdatsoraboy.livejournal.com]

Maybe I do like it.

[naughtily-fun.livejournal.com]

[Snorts.]

Oh really? So if I punched you right now, would that make your day.

[Kind of rolls his eyes.]

[crankdatsoraboy.livejournal.com]

I'd punch back.

[ duh. ]

[lollied.livejournal.com]

Are you okay?

[hey, bent a little at the knees as she touches his shoulder.]

[crankdatsoraboy.livejournal.com]

M'fine, don' worry.

[ it's a girl so he's trying to make himself look as presentable as he can in his state. ]

[lollied.livejournal.com]

[a girl, yes, but a strong one. she straightens, hands clasped behind her.]

Y-you're sure? You look like you had a pretty nasty... fight.

[crankdatsoraboy.livejournal.com]

It was a who' bunch of 'em against me but I put up a fight.

[ so full of himself. ]

[lollied.livejournal.com]

[small laugh.]

'course you did. You're a Sora, but not even you're invincible against germs.

[leans forwards, wiping a bit of blood before it trails down.]

I'm going to get a first-aid kit, 'kay? You can fight, but there's no way you could land a punch on the flu.

[crankdatsoraboy.livejournal.com]

[ makes a face. ]

Ain't no flu that infects a guy after a fight.

[lollied.livejournal.com]

But there's a lot of people here. Things could spread. I was sick a few months ago.

[her voice echoes in the hall, going to a nearby bathroom.]

[crankdatsoraboy.livejournal.com]

Y'don't have ta...

[ figures it's useless to argue. ]