B L I S T E R ;

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[for once, he's not causing trouble. just sprawled out on a couch, lighting matches and shaking them out once they start to burn too close to his fingers.]

Ah-! Damn it.

[hisses, shaking his hand quickly to put a match out, sucking on the tip of his thumb once he discards it.]

Comments

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Don't they teach you guys not to play with fire-?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[mumbles around his thumb.]

Kind of a weird question coming from a guy like you.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

You think?

[ ignites a spark between his fingers, just to show off. ]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[cants his head a little to peer at him upside down, tugging his thumb out of his mouth.]

There's my point.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Don't go picking moi as a role model, now.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[scoffs, mildly amused.]

Don't flatter yourself. I've run into enough Axels, and so far? Not that impressed.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Got no one to impress, so I reckon we're even.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[strikes another match.]

So you weren't trying to show off just then?

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[ don't burn yourself, now. ]

I'm just saying what works for me might not work for you. Got it memorized?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[lets it burn down until it starts to warm his fingertips, then blows it out.]

Got it.

[taps his temple with two fingers with his other hand. of course, he already knows he's not immune to fire, but whatever. can't hurt to humor the guy.]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[ somehow axel isn't so convinced. ]

Tch, don't blame me when you singe your knuckles.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

I'm a big boy, I'll be fine.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Whatever you say, chief.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[turns over and props his chin in his hands.]

'Chief'? Never heard that one before.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

That which we call a rose, by any other name ...

[ okay, now axel's showing off. ]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[snorts.]

Oh, shut up.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

If you insist!

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

... You know, you're pretty normal.

[just making observations.]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[ waves a hand. ]

Keh, that'll happen when you're stuck here forever.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

Well, you're not wearing a leotard and you're not creepily obsessed, so... I think that puts you pretty far ahead.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Who says I'm not obsessed?

[ with what is another story. ]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[flicks a dead mach his way.]

I'm talking about hands-down-my pants, 'don't ever leave me, Roxas,'-obsessed.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

He's my best friend, why would I do somethin' creepy like that?

[ not that he wouldn't put his hands down there, but, you know ... ]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

I still haven't figured that one out myself.

[shrugs.]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

No class, I tell you ...

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

Most people I run into don't, no.

[not that he's one to talk.]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

If I see one more pipsqueak bawlin' his eyes out ...

[ it's always drama, drama, drama. ]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

You're so sympathetic, I see.

[but he agrees.]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Kinda lack the capability for that.

[ ... scratches his nose. ]

Or so I hear.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

Aaah. Nobody, right?

[llameante.livejournal.com]

What gave it away~?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

The whole 'I have no feelings because I lack a heart' - I'm assuming that last part - disposition. That's bull, though, because feelings and emotions stem in the brain, not the heart.

[smiles almost cheekily.]

But, you know. Whatever suits your fancy.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

That's where the "so I hear" comes in, are you deaf?

[ though all of his theories are stories for another day. ]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[cups a hand behind an ear.]

What?

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Thaaat's a maybe.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

... So. If I was to put my ear up against your chest ... nothing?

[llameante.livejournal.com]

That's the rumor.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

... Mind if I-?

[curious, curious.]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Can't hurt.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[gets up and crosses over to him, leaning to press his ear to the left side of his chest with no hesitation.]

...

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't react much; he scoffs under his breath, but that's about it. ]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[waits a few seconds and then steps back, hands sliding into his pockets.]

... Huh.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Satisfied?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

Yes and no.

[mosey's back on over to his couch.]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs his shoulders. everyone's a critic. ]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[flops.]

Does that not bother you? Not having a heart? Or do you lack the capability to be bothered, too?

[llameante.livejournal.com]

What do you think?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

I don't know, that's why I'm asking.