i'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[look, a familiar sight. Axel with his strawberry vodka. he's on a couch in the common room, wearing a tank top and tight jeans. his forearms are covered in bloody bandages, one unraveling just a bit. seems someone got into a fight~]

Fucking hate this place.

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[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[steals the bottle back, taking a deep swig before putting it down. he carefully draws him into his arms, rubbing his sides]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Oi! What are you doing?

[what's with the sudden touching? not that he minds all that much. mm, cozy~.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

It's called a hug, short stuff.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but why?

[he sounds curious and returns the hug somewhat awkwardly.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Because I feel like it.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

That's a good reason.

[his speech is getting a bit slurred, but he probably won't seem all that affected unless he tries to move.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

I thought so.

[cuddles the little blond]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[yay, cuddling!]