kingdomdressing | (no subject)

No. I took it out when I was looking for something the other day and put it back in the wrong drawer. Sorry.

[sip siiip.]

[ what a disappointing story. flips it on with a hum. ]

Looking for what?

Scissors.

[ beep. boop. ]

Scrapbooking?

Trimming.

[huh. no more tea. almost disappointing.]

[ so dull. glances up to see if roxas still looks a hair away from death. ]

[not so bad anymore. still a little pale, tired-looking, but not like he's about to collapse. either way, he gets up to set the mug down on the desk, lingering to see what riku's playing.]

[ something with too many exploding spaceships, since riku's not paying very much attention to it. way to prioritize. ]

Mm?

[tips his head, hands sliding into his pockets.]

Are all of those supposed to be blowing up, or are you just losing?

[ ope, crashed again. ]

Your fault.

[thwap.]

Definitely not.

[ grunts. ]

Someone's feeling better.

Magical tea.

[shrugs.]

Actually, I still feel pretty gross, but I don't think I'll need the bucket tonight.

[nods towards said bucket, left at the corner of the bed on the floor.]

S'still there if you need it.

[nods silently. then-]

... You crashed. Again.

... [ it might help if he were actually looking at the screen, and not at roxas. ]

[sighs, lifting a hand and pushing his fingers through riku's hair, cupping the back of his skull and leaning forward to lean their foreheads together. it's a brief, affectionate gesture, and then he's gone, but not before reaching for his camera, hesitating, and then swiping a stack of unevenly cut photos and a pair of scissors instead.]

[ it's there and gone so fast, he can scarcely register it. oh, now he's over there ... ]

[ blinks once, twice, deciding it might be better to play in earnest and hope his score hasn't been thrown off too badly, turning red around the nose. ]

[busies himself with trimming the edges off some of the photos. it's boring, but it needs to be done eventually, and at least this way riku can concentrate on winning.]

[ not that it matters a whole lot; his glance keeps flickering back and forth, like it's so hard to maintain his concentration on a single thing. at this point he might as well just be pretending to play, because he's blatantly watching what roxas does and enjoying every second of it. ]

[oblivious, roxas concentrates on the task at hand. he's pretty quick, getting through quite a few pictures in a short amount of time. one one particular photo, though, his hands slows and he tips his head before jerking his wrist and cutting jaggedly, right down the center of it.

oops?]

[ sigh. as if he didn't have enough to worry about already ... ]

You'd lose your head if it weren't attached.

[stacks the two halves and cuts them again, quartering them. he doesn't even look up.]

It was out of focus.

[but wouldn't he have noticed that before trimming three sides of it first?]

[ one would think! steps over, trying to get a good look at the picture in question. ]

[casually - thought not so much, considering what just happened -, he moves the already clipped pile of pictures over the pieces of the other photo, and then picks up another to trim, as if riku isn't there.]