Where are you now.....?

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

[Leon is stalking angrily up and down hallways, opening doors and looking through the rooms behind them. It's obvious that he's searching for something, but what is it?]

Comments

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

[Have a 27-year-old Roxas with a cane who happens to be looking for some painkillers since Xaldin stole the ones he had the other day.]

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

[Leon stops his furious search once he sees the injured Roxas and stares for a moment before saying anything.]

You look like hell.

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

Thanks for noticing, Captain Obvious.

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

...yea, shouldn't you be in bed or something? What are you doing out here?

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

...why the hell should I be in bed?

[deadpan.]

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

Bedrest is good for injuries. Helps them heal faster. Aren't you injured? Or is that cane a fashion statement?

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

I was shot a year and a half ago. Resting now would be pretty pointless.

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

hm. Sorry. I was very caught up in what I was doing and didn't mean to insult you.

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

Whatever.

[doesn't care.]

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

Hmph. Well, now that that's over, I'm trying to find a little Sora that helped me out a while ago. I'm trying to make breakfast but can't for the life of me make a damn omelette.

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

Then make something else.

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

Well, you're a real ray of sunshine aren't you? Let me ask you a question, can you make one?

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

I don't even like omelettes so why would I care about being able to make one?

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

So much hostility. Well what do you like?

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

Ale.

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't know how to make it, but I do happen to have a fridge full of it.... somewhere around here. This place is confusing.

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

Right.

[ladies and gentlemen, Roxas does not care. he'll just open the door to a bathroom and starts rummaging the cabinets in his search for painkillers.]

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

Pills won't help for long.

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

I don't care.

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

Don't you want to find something better?

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

No.

[translation: too fucking addicted to his current painkillers.]

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

Hmph. You're weak, and one day those things are going to kill you.

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

Using painkillers makes me weak now?

[not impressed.]

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

No, being dependent on them does.

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

So I should be in constant pain instead?

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

Tough question. I've never been in the situation myself. It's your leg that hurts?

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

Obviously. Potions and curagas don't work. I've tried.

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

How about a new leg.

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

Where am I supposed to get a new one?

[deadpan.]

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

I don't know, find a Vexen that'll make one for you.

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to deal with somebody from the Organization.

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

Hmph. What do you have to lose?

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

*there is a somewhat-under-the-weather Sora looking at you from where he's leaning against the wall in the hallway*

... Leon?

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

[Leon stops suddenly when he hears your voice and turns to face you. You see his anger bleed away and the tense wrinkles on his face smooth over as his mood visibly shifts.]

Sora? I've been looking for you.

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

*looks up, a little confused*

... me? Why me?

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

[Leon looks a little ashamed all of a sudden.]

I.....I need your help.

You don't look so hot are you feeling ok?

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

*looks around and looks surprised at that, coughing a little*

Me? What for?

And I'm feeling fine!

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

[A small smirk spreads across his lips.]

Alright tough guy, didn't mean anything by it. I was just wondering if you could help me....make............breakfast.

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

*brightens, and coughs again into the crook of his elbow*

Uh huh! What did you wanna make?

*is excited at the thought of being useful, but wonders why Leon needs help*

[subvariate.livejournal.com]

Well, I think you should follow me.

[Leon leads you to his little house thing and you two walk into his kitchen. Upon arriving you see a few empty cases of eggs and a big thing of salt and a really messy stove and cast iron skillet with burnt egg covering it.]

Trying to make an omelette.