let your silence sing;

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

Who knew they'd have something like this here?

[Sora's in one of the many bathrooms of the place, the door slightly cracked open. there's a rattling as he rifles through the walk-in closet and the many bottles of pills inside, deep in the back where dust has collected quite a bit. today he isn't feeling very feminine again, in fact he's seemingly trying to sink into his hoodie.]

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F-feel free to ignore this? ;;

[keysnhoneybees.livejournal.com]

[Following the noise out of curiosity, another Sora peeks into the closet.]

Something like what?

NO U

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[this one jumps, the plethora of pills already stuffed in the pouch of his hoodie rattling.]

Uh, sorry, was I--

[straightens up, throwing on a smile.]

I mean, I can leave if you need to use the bathroom.

[keysnhoneybees.livejournal.com]

[The smaller one blinks before smiling back, though maybe a bit more sincerely.]

Ah, no, I just came to see what the noise was. What're you doing?

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

... experimenting.

[says it like he's honestly not even sure, but that about sums it up in short.]

[keysnhoneybees.livejournal.com]

...Experimenting?

[Another blink. He leans over a bit to try and get a look at what the other Sora was messing with.]

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[looks like plain old orange bottles filled with anonymous capsules, though the ones he was digging for are a distinct black and yellow, etching in the side of the bottle rather small.]

Yeah, something like that.

[distracted, his back turned to the other Sora as he counts the bottles in his pouch.]

[keysnhoneybees.livejournal.com]

...?

[This one isn't too familiar with that kind of medicine(?), so you'll have to forgive him for being a bit overly curious. He heads over to start looking at the bottles while his double's back is turned.]

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[the sides read potassium cyanide, some other haphazardly capped bottles containing powders, pellets, crystals.]

Do you need something?

[turns to him, some kind of urgent expression on his face.]

[keysnhoneybees.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[He looks up from the bottle containing cyanide, whatever that's supposed to be.]

Uh, not really...

[A thought suddenly occurs to him. This is medicine, right?]

...you're not sick, are you?

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

Not the kind of sick medicine cures.

[folds his arms behind his back, smiling sweetly.]

[keysnhoneybees.livejournal.com]

[That has this Sora sort of worried. If it's anything like a cold...]

Shouldn't you be sleeping or something, then?

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[taps his temple.]

It's all in my head.

[impishblue.livejournal.com]

[curious little raincloud bobbing in.]

What are these things?

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[clones, clones, clones. so many replacements pouring out of every possible corner.]

Candy.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[in wanders Roxas, tired and fixing his bedhead with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. he doesn't notice Sora at first, still groggy, and it's only when he looks up halfway into brushing his teeth that he catches the reflection of someone else's back in the mirror. he blinks, pauses, and then mumbles around his toothbrush.]

-- Oh, whoa. Sorry.

[impishblue.livejournal.com]

Candy?

[pops his head out of the cloud curiously.]

[keysnhoneybees.livejournal.com]

[...Isn't that where most colds are? He obviously doesn't quite get the message.]

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[oh god. he tenses, pulling his hood up and burying himself deeper in the closet.]

It's fine! I'll be out in a second.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

I lied.

[stuffs the last bottle into his pouch, turning.]

It's really not, so don't eat it.

[impishblue.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[well, he looks disappointed for a moment, then perks up again.]

What's it really?

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head, bending to spit.]

No, I can just find another bathroom. My bad.

[... his brows furrow as he turns on the faucet to rinse the sink out.]

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

I'm crazy.

[that's all he'll provide for a moment, shoving his way out of the closet, and then he stops right before the door out.]

They always say you can't possibly be crazy if you think you're crazy, because crazy people don't know they are. Though you know--

[turns around, pressing his back to the counter and staring into the empty shower.]

I didn't think I was, not until my mom took me to see her psychiatrist. They had me schedule my own appointments and I didn't really know why, but mom said it was good for my health, so I kept-- you know what? I'm talking my head off. Sorry.

[and he turns to leave, running the hand that isn't clutching pills close to his gut run through his bangs.]

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

I just needed some stuff, see? I'm done.

[flashes a quick glance of a bottle at Roxas, trying his best to avoid eye contact and rattling.]

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

Medication.

[well, it sort of is.]

[impishblue.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head, examining the nearest pill bottle.]

Really? I've never seen anything like these.