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[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's back from the dead and looking quite mild about it? She's in the kitchen, too, digging through the fridge. After a bit, she's decided to snack on a piece of fruit. Mmm, peaches.]

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[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Scoffs, shaking his head. Whispering under his breath before he shoveled more chips in to his mouth.]

I've seen plenty.

[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

Recently? I'd be surprised if he even talked to you. Not after what you did.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[His eyes narrowed at her, looking over his shoulder to see her expression. He wasn't impressed.]

....Why's that?

[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

You knew. You went ahead and did it with him, when you knew she would find out. If it's any consolation, she did.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

.....

[He thought as much. Well, that's just great. Might as well have Riku avoiding him, it was for Greed's own good. He'll just glare at her and resist the urge to either scream or throw a punch.]

[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

What, no response? Good grief, you really are heartless.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[He was trying to hold his tongue, but she was driving him crazy.]

Shut up, just shut up okay?

[He spun around to get up in her face, seething between his parted lips with a low growl.]

None of this is your fucking business so I don't have to respond to any of this!

[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

But you are responding. You seem more irritated that I found out than that, because of you, she broke him.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Well guess what? He's shoving right back, only harder.]

Because of me?

Sure, why not. Everything is my fault, no one elses. Because I begged him, because I hit myself with a goddamn arrow, because I asked to ruin everything for him.

[Bitch, move. He's done with this conversation.]

[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

Exactly. And you knew she would find out and what she would do when she did. It's your fault for putting him in that situation, and your fault that he's a fucking train wreck right now.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Okay, kinda hurt. But hey, have a punch right in the face!]

Fuck you, wish you knew what sarcasm was.

[He backed up a bit, wrapping his arms around his stomach as he winced.]

I didn't put him in any situation, I didn't start anything!

[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

Well he certainly didn't start it. The only reason he'd turn to a whore like you is because he wasn't getting any from his prude of a girlfriend!

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[He backed up quite a bit after that, he didn't have much of an offensive advantage when it came to weapons...]

You'd be surprised and I'm not a whore. He has feelings for me and his girlfriend...

[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

Did he tell you that? You should know better than to trust a word out of his mouth. He goes for what he wants most, which is most certainly not you.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[That was a direct blow to the chest, considering everything that they'd been through. He tried to brush it off, or at least hide it. He just kept backing up with this hurt look on his face similar to a kicked puppy's.]

...He meant it. You're only bitter because he doesn't want you.

[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't sleep with that bastard if you payed me. I just like to see other people suffer.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

Well then, good for you. Now go watch someone else suffer...

[Murmurs, stepping back a bit more.]

[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

But I'm having all too much fun messing with you.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[He continued to quicken his pace to evade that sharp point, watching her with wary eyes.]

That seems to be happening a lot these days...

[With everyone.]

[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

Ever think maybe you have it coming?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[How about that wall? They were at the end of the corridor.]

Ever think of shutting up and leaving people alone?

[He didn't like that smug expression, not one bit.]

[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

I try my best not too.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Oh shit, hi wall. He'll be trying to slide across along the sides to get away now~]

...What's your problem anyway?

[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

You say that like I have only one.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Then it looks like he'll stay still and lean back against the wall as casually as possible.]

Okay, problems.