the funk of forty thousand years

[imaskellington.livejournal.com]

[And just like last year, the main room has been cleared out for a Grand Halloween Ball! There's music playing, food for every monster/animal/zombie you are dressed up as, and a few dancing skeletons to liven up the mood.

Also. Don't go to the dance floor alone.

Because you will find yourself dancing the "Thriller" automatically :}

Kiddies, feel free to go trick or treating!]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, EVERYONE!

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[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[derp moves closer, blinking at him.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[starts at the top where the zipper is and gives it a few fake tugs where he's pulling more on the cloth than anything, then runs his hand slowly down the front of the outfit, making sure to get a good feel when he goes lower still]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[if he'd had a bit more time to learn, he might feel uneasy. as it is, he really does think Marluxia is trying to help.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[then he obviously won't mind much when that hand slips further back between his legs toward where the zipper ends, fingers rubbing through cloth]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[frowns, shifting a little uncomfortably.]

Do you know what's wrong with the zipper...?

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

I can't seem to find any kinks in it. While you're here though, you might as well have a seat on Santa's lap.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Why?

[yes, you already explained, but he doesn't really get it. you're not really this Santa person, just like he's not really a bat.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[ah, but some costumes actually do turn them into the character. but you've never met Santa so he gets to make the first impression]

So you can tell me what you want, of course. It's common knowledge, and the reason for all this.

[gestures around him. the snow is very real, though it's not melting when it should be]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[oh god Santa will be ruined forever for him. or maybe just Marluxias.]

I don't know what I want.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Many don't know what they want at first. Come, I'll demonstrate, and soon you'll start to get ideas about what you'd like.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[actually... a conversation comes to mind, so he nods uncertainly.]

Okay.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[pulls you to sit in his lap then, with your back to his chest and immediately wraps an arm around your waist, the other settling on your chest where his thumb can locate a nipple and rub at it through the costume]

What are you thinking about?

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[it's odd sitting on someone, and he ends up squirming a little when he feels Marluxia rubbing his chest. he didn't know those things on his chest made feelings like that.]

Someone told me I was learning too slow... and that maybe I should find a way to get my Other's memories. Can I ask for that?

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you should tell me more about your Other.

[he doesn't mind a little squirming at all. once he can tell he has one hardened, he'll move on to the other, as though what he's doing is nothing out of the ordinary]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[squirms a little more before settling again, shaking his head.]

I can't. I don't know anything about him.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

That's unfortunate. I can try, I suppose.

[and now that hand is drifting lower, past his other arm to rest on your thigh and rub almost idly, drifting slowly upward]

Is there anything else you can think of that you'd like?

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Not really...

[watches his hand, curious and a little confused.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? Most people your age would be bursting with lists of things they wanted.

[he's going slowly, so it probably doesn't seem too much stranger than what he's already done when he moves his hand over your crotch to continue his rubbing, his eyes glancing around the room to see if anyone's actually noticed him]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

I'm not really that old...

[somehow what Marluxia is doing is making him relax and tense up at the same time, and it's just confusing him more.]

does he need an adult or do we go [insert molestings here]?

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Oh? How old are you?

[he'll keep it up, his thumb on his other hand rubbing back and forth over Roxas' stomach]

he needs an aduuuuult

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

A couple months....

[starting to droop a bit from the odd but good feelings.]

one of yours or mine?

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Really now? I would have thought you were much older than that.

[as he doesn't seem to be resisting, the arm across his stomach will drift upward now to tease at those nipples all over again while the other is still busy]

one of yours? I'm not feeling well enough to do two

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

I only l-look this old because I'm a Nobody.

[...what, why did he do that with that word? he has no idea what a stutter is or why it just happened.]

8)

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

[and that would be a Keyblade suddenly pressed to Marluxia's neck, while the Riku holding it looks toward Roxas conversationally]

Roxas, I've been looking for you. Would you mind coming with me for a bit?

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[he blinks up at Riku, confused, but worms his way out of Marluxia's grip as long as Marluxia's not holding on too hard.]

Okay.