why can't you see?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[after a nice round of potions and some bedrest, this Sora's still not looking too good. he's thanked the Kairi that saved him a million times over, and... he doesn't want to keep bothering her. but he's hungry, and his chest really hurts. so out of his room he goes, peeking around to make sure he doesn't bump into anyone he knows. because some things aren't meant to be known.]

Comments

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[taps him on the shoulder, because of course he's behind him.]

Sora?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[jfkl;dsjfd. drops his head slowly, shoulders going up a bit.]

M-mm?

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[smile falters a little.]

You okay?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[quick nod! his jaw may be mostly fixed, but that does not mean it doesn't hurt like a bitch, and that it hurts to talk.]

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[smiles a little more and rubs his neck. clearly has not thought ahead and looks a bit awkward.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[gives him a brilliant smile, trying to distract him. agh how not to talk, how not to talk...]

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

What've you done today?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[shit, no way to run around that. he looks down, cupping the sides of his face. his voice's crackly and he winces as he speaks.]

G-g-got in a-a f-fight...

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[froooowns, and reaches his hands up as if to touch him, but then hesitates and drops them, leaning in and opening his mouth and acting generally awkward and concerned.]

Are you okay? Who were you fighting with? What happened?

[some more awkward hand motions and then finally forces his hands forward, cupping Sora's, and gently moves his face up.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[jkflsdfl shuts his eyes as his face is tilted upwards. he's biting down on his lip, and in the light, you can see some brusing near his jaw, and behind his ears.]

U-uh... not r-really, another S-sora k-kinda... a-and, he... broke... things.

[rubs at his chest.]

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

Things?

[is it just you, or is he glaring? oh, and doesn't his hair look a bit lighter?]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[swallows. just nods--jfkl;ds oh god. did he trigger Roxas.]

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[covers his face with his hand and takes a deep breath, then sighs it out.]

Sorry...sorry, I shouldn't take it out on you.

[very cautiously steps closer, sliding an arm around his waist almost without touching him.]

What still hurts?

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

[Walking down the hall, he stops behind you.]

You look rough.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[w-waves his hands, shaking his head.]

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

Having trouble talking?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

N-no?

[he hates his stutter. winces a bit, looking down.]

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

Huh, my mistake. I saw you peeking around the corners. You hiding from someone?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[scratches the back of his neck very lightly, before shaking his head.]

N-no. M'f-fine.

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

O ok. Are you going anywhere in particular right now? I'm trying to find some breakfast.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[nods a bit.]

K-kitchen. M'hungry t-too.

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

Fantastic. Would you like to go with me?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[quick nod.]

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

Lets go. I've been trying to get something good to eat for forever. Let me ask you a question. Can you make an omelette?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[another nod.]