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[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[the kitchen table is covered with sheets of different colored paper, some tape, and some black and white photographs scattered haphazardly. Roxas sits back, lips pressed into a firm line, and runs his fingers through his hair.]

What a mess...

[and then he slides his hands down, dragging them over his face.]

Comments

[nomorethanhalf.livejournal.com]

[in your kitchen, ruining the quiet. he was just going to get a snack, but stops and peers at the table curiously.]

What are you doing?

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[lets his hands fall from his face and into his lap, jerking his head up quickly at the sound of Sora's voice. after a moment, though, he seems to relax, slumping in his chair.]

I don't.. know.

[sighs.]

[nomorethanhalf.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, what were you trying to do originally?

[not questioning that reaction at all.]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[reaches out, trying to straighten things up a little.]

I was trying to make some sort of scrapbook.. thing.

[nomorethanhalf.livejournal.com]

And it's not going how you want it to?

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[Sora has been rethinking and rethinking his latest decisions, but sometimes they only seem worse when there's no one to talk them out with, so he's searching desperately for human contact. it's hard to realize how friendly used to be, and yet how an unbelievably small amount of people actually know him enough around here. that whopping amount being Riku and Roxas, really.]

[when he sees Roxas though, he takes a deep breath and slips up behind him, wrapping his arms tight around, the greeting on his lips lost in a sigh.]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[some of the photos spill over the edge of the table and Roxas grumbles, pushing his chair back so he can pick them up.]

I'm no good at keeping things together.

[nomorethanhalf.livejournal.com]

Well it doesn't have to be perfect or anything, right? Stuff you make yourself is more about the emotion you put into it than how amazing it is.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[he's quick to lift his head up and crane his neck to look behind him, about to tell whoever it is that he's not interested in whatever they're trying to offer, but his words just kind of die and his expression softens when he realizes who it is. he swallows, hesitantly lifting one of his hands to smooth his fingertips against the back of Sora's wrist.]

...

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[gathers the photos, careful to handle them by the edges to avoid leaving any fingerprints, but when he starts to straighten up, he bangs the back of his head against the edge of the table.]

I don't know anym- aah.

[nomorethanhalf.livejournal.com]

[winces at the noise, moving over to him.]

You okay? I can cast a Cure if you need it.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[grimaces, eyes closing for a moment.]

No. I'm fine.

[bites the inside of his lower lip, careful not to hit his head this time as he sits back up.]

[nomorethanhalf.livejournal.com]

If you're sure.

[may or may not be considering casting one on him anyway.]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[tosses the pictures onto the table, face down.]

Yeah. Thanks.

[nomorethanhalf.livejournal.com]

So why not just... pick a picture to start with and work from there? Does it really need to be in a special pattern or something?

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

[Ah, well if it isn't that... unique Roxas with the pomegranate's...But not this time it seems. ]

...And what are we up to today Monsieur Roxas?

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

... yeah, actually.

[the pictures are almost like a time line, so it should be easy, but in the last hour, all Roxas has managed to do is make a mess.]

I'm just trying to figure out if it's a waste of time.

[nomorethanhalf.livejournal.com]

Why would it be a waste of time?

[he probably doesn't sound quite as curious as he really is.]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[draws the pictures into his lap, flipping them over and thumbing through them slowly.]

Hell if I know.

w-wrong roxas lol

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[not quite, Setzer.]

Absolutely nothing.

[he doesn't even look up at the unfamiliar voice.]

rofl. can you blame him?

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

[It's ok. You all taste the same anyway. ]

It doesn't look like 'nothing' to me... [Though what that nothing is looks more so like a mess. ]

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

Love you.

[he whispers, rocking their bodies side to side slowly. he can't run from the fact, he knows he can't, and it's comforting. he places a small kiss on the back of the blonde's neck.]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[closes his eyes and sighs heavily, fingers stopping their stroking. he swallows, mouth dry.]

I.. love you too.

[and then suddenly he's getting up so fast the the chair tips over onto its side, but Roxas leaves it, arms shooting out and wrapping tightly around Sora's shoulders as he buries his face in brown spikes.]

[nomorethanhalf.livejournal.com]

Well I think that, waste of time or not, you should try and make it. But that's just me.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[rubs at the back of his head, lips pressing into a thin line.]

... yeah. Maybe.