sting

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[even swimming gets boring after a while, but Roxas is too lazy to find something else to do at the moment, so he's settled for sitting at the edge of the pool with his legs in the water, propped up on his hands.

at least it's warm out, however fake the sun may be.]

[ooc: 18+]

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[confidenthero.livejournal.com]

[hello, sir! have a Sora in your sunlight.]

Baking, are we?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[what an inconvenience you are, Sora. he was enjoying that artificial light.]

Thinking, actually, but I can multi-task.

[confidenthero.livejournal.com]

[oh bother.]

Can you? I never knew.

[playing dumb of course, he hunkers down to a crouch and presses himself against Roxas' back, laying a chin on his shoulder.]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head back a little.]

Don't be a dick. I'll throw you in.

[confidenthero.livejournal.com]

I can't let you do that! You'd like it too much.

[snickers against the side of his neck with fingers sliding up his sides.]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

Tch.

[shivers just slightly, Sora's fingers cooler than his skin.]

... Where've you been?

[confidenthero.livejournal.com]

[wraps his arms tight around him in a hug.]

Running laps, really. I'm always so worried about building my upper body that I forget about my legs, but ...

[laughs a little, bumping his temple against Roxas' cheek.]

I kept getting lost.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[reaches up to gently ruffle his hair.]

Sora, I think you're the only one that can do absolutely nothing and still keep the body you have. Stop worrying so damn much.

[confidenthero.livejournal.com]

I can't help it! I have to look perfect for you.

[snorts under that ruffling, swatting at Roxas' hand.]

Since I'm not busy impressing a camera, anyway.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

Oh, so I come second. I see.

[he's just teasing, jerking his hand away only to pinch his side a few seconds later.]

Besides, how am I supposed to be impressed if you disappear for.. way too long.

[confidenthero.livejournal.com]

You come second because work is only an obligation. I swear, I'm not having an affair with the camera.

[snickers then makes the strangest noise known to man at being pinched, so he shoves not-so-lightly at Roxas' shoulder.]

Jeeze! You could at least act like you want me here! This is abuse.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

If you're going to make those noises, then shit, you can go.

[but his actions contradict his words, because he twists and reaches around to pull Sora into his lap, legs still hanging over the edge into the pool.]

Better?

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

[Hey, look. It's the mythical Porn Star Unicorn.

He sort of wanders out in a towel. Didn't expect to see anyone here. So he'll leave that towel on. ]

Hey.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head aaall the way back to have a look-see. oh, hey, someone tolerable. he blinks, raises his brow, and then smirks.]

I thought cats didn't like water.

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

I only play one on t.v.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

Hm. Touché.

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

[Sort of wanders over to the water, dipping in a toe. ]

I never thought you to be the swimming type.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[resists the urge to be a dick and splash him.]

Surprise, surprise. I've got to keep in shape somehow, and I'm just not up for running today. Or any day.

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, the water was a bit too cold, so he keeps prodding it with his foot as if it is going to suddenly get warmer. ]

Running is too much effort.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

So swim instead.

[and because he just can't resist that urge for long, he jabs the side of his fist against the back of Axel's knee - the one still holding him upright - hoping to knock him into the water.]

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

Shi-!

[It was enough to get him in there. And there goes his towel floating away. Yeah, Axel is a naked swimmer. And now he is just fucking cold. ]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[sorry, Roxas is too busy laughing to care whether or not Axel is cold or naked.]

[imoveryouroxas.livejournal.com]

[Well, he was in the water now. He probably does look a bit like a wet pissed off cat now. ]

...it's cold. [He said, flatly. ]

[confidenthero.livejournal.com]

Well then I guess I'm--

[not going, apparently. with a huff he situates himself in Roxas' lap and shakes his head.]

No, not yet.

[then he's pushing against Roxas' chest, guiding them back down to the cool concrete.]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[leans forward a bit, peering down.]

... I can tell.