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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.

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

You know it.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

I'm not really that into dryers. Not my thing.

[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?]

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

Tch.

[Naw, he wasn't really into dryers. He just liked warm. But he'll go along with it. ]

What is your thing then, washers?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

Guess again.

[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.]

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

...Toaster oven?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[sarcastically.]

Yeah, I like to stick my dick in the little bread slots.

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs]

I'm not here to judge.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

What are you here for? Or did you really come here to get your freak on with the dryer?

[traintosunset.livejournal.com]

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

Excuse me, could you ummm, move.

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

[Shrugsx2]

Bored. Want me to leave?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

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

I could.

[but he's not moving just yet.]