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[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

[singing and preparing a meal obviously go hand in hand, right? well, whatever the case, this Roxas is exercising his vocals while constructing a monster of a sub.]

I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her~

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[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat, and a six four Impala

[It was begging for Roxas to jump right in to finish the line.. He hadn't heard that song in a while... Who in the hell in this stuck up place would know anything about music like that? ]

[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

[just this boy who likes making sandwiches shirtless. he glances over his shoulder at the other blond and gives him a simple quirk of his eyebrow before going back to his sandwich. conversation? that's unheard of!]

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

Tch, hello to you too...

[He just shrugs, meandering over to the fridge. ]

[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

Hey, you're the one who interrupted my singing.

[squishes the bread down, but then decides there is just not enough lettuce.]

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

Just singing along. The worlds one big gay musical just waiting to happen.

[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

In your eyes, maybe.

[now he can barely keep the bread on top, but he slices himself a healthy piece (more than half at least) and chomps down.]

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

...Eh, I guess?

[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

[shrugs, sidling over to the fridge where the other is, making an effort to smack his hip into the younger boy's to push him out of the way.]

Need my soda, runt.

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

Runt?

[The hell..? He is lucky he's been working on his anger.... But he moves to the side. ]

[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

[waves his hand horizontally by his own shoulder, showing their height difference.]

Runt.

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

[Point made. But he still seems to have that 'gonna smack a bitch' look on his face. But he said nothing. ]

[conflagrate]

[don't mind the quiet snickering as she enters. she's just here to get a snack.]

[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

I'm like a siren.

[stares her way for a moment before returning his attention to his monster sandwich.]

[conflagrate]

For an emergency vehicle maybe.

[opens the fridge door and peers inside, not quite sure what she wants yet.]

[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

Oh, pretty lady's got a smart mouth.

[he sounds amused, but it's that dull kind of amusement he could do without. sandwiches are cooler anyway.]

[conflagrate]

Aw, you think I'm pretty~?

[sandwiches? cooler than me? oh, ouch. pulls out a bottle of soda after deciding that nothing in the fridge seems particularly interesting.]

[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

Only sometimes.

[rests his back against the counter, taking his high piled sandwich to his mouth for a bite. and like the true and honest gentleman he is, he talks with his mouth full, a single hand motioning to the bottle.]

I need that when you're done.

[conflagrate]

Can't be assed to get your own, huh?

[takes a long drink after cracking it open.]

[nagalarx.livejournal.com]

[Someone's in the kitchen, could it be lunch? A pretty big Naga sort of slithers in, tongue flicking curiously... You may notice she is topless which doesn't seem to bother her. ]

[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

[it's a Larxene. no, it's a naked Larxene. no wait, it's a naked Larxene with a snake for an ass. thaaaat's a new one. he just kind of stares.]

I hope I'm not your next meal.

[nagalarx.livejournal.com]

[Lawl..snake for an ass. But she is just smiling at you. ]

Mmm... Letsss ssssee... [He boldly slithers right up to you, making a small circle, tongue flicking rapidly... He smelled ok, but there was much substance to him... Perhaps if he ends up being a dick she might eat him, otherwise, nope. ]

Nah... Not enough to sssatisssfy my hunger, hun.

dude-no joke; I was listening to this earlier today xD

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Don't mind the hungry looking tyrant. His dark, furry ears twitched lightly from the voice, listening as he made his way to the fridge as quietly as he could. The song sounded familiar, maybe someone was blaring it from their laptop before. What was he doing?
Oh right, raiding the fridge for some food.]