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[perched on the washing machine in the laundry room in nothing but a pair faded jeans ripped at the knees, Roxas digs into a large bowl of fruit loops, waiting for his clothes to finish in the dryer.]

Balls, this is taking for-fucking-ever.

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[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

It could be worse.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[kicks his feet a little and tips his head.]

Sure. My fruit loops could be stale.

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

Well... Are they?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[munch munch. he answers with his mouth full.]

Nope.

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

That's good.

[He starts a dryer, even though he had nothing to dry, and sat on it. ]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[arches a brow at him, watching him while hunched over his bowl.]

I dunno if I should really ask what the hell you're doing.

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

Sitting on a dryer.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

You got some warm-butt fetish?

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

[Well, he did like warm. ]

Hmm. I guess so.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

Warm, vibrating dryer-butt fetish.

[spoons another mouthful of cereal into his mouth.]

That's a new one.

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

[Oh, it is vibrating. Maybe that's why he liked it. ]

It's an acquired taste.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[shrugs.]

Whatever gets you off, man.

[traintosunset.livejournal.com]

[and there's Olette walking in, with a full basket of laundry. She approaches the washing machine, but oh, wait, there's a half-naked Roxas on top of it. She blushes a little and glances away, maybe he'll move?]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[sorry, not happening anytime soon. Roxas just looks at her, brow raised as he spoons some more fruit loops in his mouth.]

[traintosunset.livejournal.com]

[oh, wow, he's not moving. Still not looking at him directly~]

Excuse me, could you ummm, move.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[too bad, because he's staring straight at her.]

I could.

[but he's not moving just yet.]

[traintosunset.livejournal.com]

[yeah, she's having fun staring into her laundry basket.]

Well, could you move now? Ummm, please.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

I'm kinda... busy.

[Eating cereal, that is.]

[traintosunset.livejournal.com]

[glances up at him for a second, then gives a small frown, difficult Roxas is being difficult.]

Maybe you could eat somewhere else?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

Or you could do your laundry somewhere else.

[shrug.]

[traintosunset.livejournal.com]

[sets her laundry basket down, and perches herself on an ironing board nearby.]

I guess I'll just wait for you to finish.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[after a pause and a thoughtful expression, Roxas slides down off the the washer and moves to lean against the nearest wall, resuming his cereal-eating without a word.]

[traintosunset.livejournal.com]

[She's actually kind of surprised, she really thought he wasn't going to move. She goes to load her clothes into the washer, but pauses for a moment turning to Roxas with a small smile.]

Thank you.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[crunch crunch crunch. he shrugs, finishing up his cereal.]

Sure, whatever.

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[Axel arched his eyebrow as he carried in his own clothes.]

They taking that long? How long on the washer? And what the hell have you been up to?