ITP: Boys with no shirts on

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

[Ri finally has all the bandages off his now-fully-healed arm, so of course the first thing he's going to do is strain it by heading to the nearest training room for a good workout. He's got his hands wrapped because right now he's busy beating the crap out of a punching bag. Do ignore the winces as he punches with his left arm; he certainly is. Though maybe someone should tell him to take a break, or drink some water, or something.]

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[boyishkeys.livejournal.com]

[ Almost, almost calls out Riku, but thinks against it. After a moment or two of wincing (geez, that's gotta hurt) he walks up to him, a few paces behind the punching bag, to hold it still. ]

Uh, hey... you look pretty tired. Maybe you should take a break.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he wasn't expecting to be interrupted, but pulls his punches to the bag, wiping his brow on his wrist since he isn't wearing a shirt, and breathing a little heavily*

Nah... I'm good for awhile yet.

[boyishkeys.livejournal.com]

[ He frowns, rubbing a hand through his hair. ]

You sure? Your arm...

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he blinks and looks at his left arm; it probably doesn't look that good, even though it's fully healed*

What's wrong with my arm? I took all the bandages off today.

[boyishkeys.livejournal.com]

[ He leans in close, and waves a hand in front of his eyes. ]

Can't you see? It's not really normal. Did'ja hurt it?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he looks a little insulted and moves his arm away from you*

I got attacked before Christmas. I finally healed enough to take the bandages off. It was worse before.

[boyishkeys.livejournal.com]

[ He moves back, rubbing the back of his head. ]

Oh... m'sorry.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he grunts a bit*

It's fine. You didn't know.

because you can't meet tinyRi without meeting Ri.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Even, in a place of physical activity? Preposterous! Barring the fact that his being there is completely illogical, the point is the 8| look on his face and the quip from the doorway as he watches Ri flinch over and over:]

Injuring yourself further is a poor choice. [he cannot resist nitpicking, even to strangers--]

[dawnrise]

[Surprise! You have an observer leaning against the door.]

oic is that your reasoning? XD

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he looks over at you with a glare, taking a quick sniff of the air to make sure of your Darkness level before he judges whether to attack or not*

Your face is a poor choice.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*your scent is familiar so he just keeps on punching the bag, grunting with the strain*

well, chat also told me to.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[...Mature young people. Even's favorite thing. Have a derisive half-laugh.]

You're clever. In all seriousness, you oughtn't irritate it like that. [a gesture at the arm.]

[dawnrise]

[It should be! She doesn't intend to interrupt him yet, but she does slowly make her way over.]

DAMN YOU CHAT *shakes fist*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Someone with your face is the reason why my arm is irritated.

they're enablers. 8c

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Yep, so, Even's opinion on these Vexen guys just steadily drops. Sigh.]

Taking it out on me wouldn't do anything for you.

[pause. if he winds up doing this every time someone says a Vexen misbehaved--] I'm sorry my doppelgangers are all, evidently, unstable.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*you can probably hear his breathing as he trains, his eyes flickering towards you*

You... gonna train...?

[dawnrise]

Maybe.

[She's not so sure now, with him in here. Surprise surprise, her eyes are still bright orange.]

they aaaaaaare

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I can't help not liking people with your face. Me and Vexens are unmix-y things.

*slugs the bag harder while looking at you*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he's surprised by your eyes and gives you a nod*

How long have you been a 'grr'?

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[it is at this point that Even comes to the uncomfortable realization that this kid can beat the hell out of him. it makes him nervous.]

Is it worth saying that I'm not 'a Vexen?'

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he's 20 :x not exactly a kid anymore*

... Vexen's Somebody then. Even.

*punchpunchPUNCH*

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Well, Even acts like he's an old man, so. And agh, the punching makes him flinch, now.]

Yes. Right.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Don't often get you Others around here. Not the Evens anyway. Not that they're any better than the regular Vexens. At least Vexen has the excuse of not having a Heart.

*stare PUNCH stare PUNCH stare PUNCH*

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Oh, ouch. -- Actually, wait, Even doesn't agree with that logic at all.]

I haven't--what is it you think I've done, exactly?