Take a deep breath;

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[A cloud of black smoke appears as a certain red dressed Namine walks through it. She seems distracted with cleaning the fresh blood off her pitchfork, a frown set on her face, just headed down the hall towards her room. Someone has a long day at work, as evident by the apparent blood splatter across her dress, leaving stained darker spots.]

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[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

[and this someone has had a tiring day as well. he's actually knocked out asleep on a beam high above the room, occasionally twitching his wings as he dreams]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[... suddenly senses him there and slowly looks up. l-lol poofing up there now.]

[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

[his wings are in a sorry-looking state. not only did a very small child spot them and decide to pull out a handful today, but he's been molting.

this would be why he is higher up now, away from grabby little hands. :|]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Oh boy. She's just going to sit on the edge beside him, picking out some stray feathers for him.]

[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

[that certainly gets his attention. he stiffens, glancing at her over his shoulder to see who is touching his wings now- oh it's you. he knows if you meant to hurt him you probably would have already]

Hello, Namine.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

'morning, sunshine.

[Smooths a hand over his wings, just trying to set those feathers back in the right spots.]

[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

[slowly relaxes under her touch, which is ironic considering their natures. just mind that small, bare patch please]

Nn. I fail to see why humans have to procreate so often.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, she knows all about wings, don't worry. Even back when she was 100% evil, sadistic bitch, wings were always one thing she was never careless with.]

A kid did this?

[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

I hadn't realized he could see me.

[tofallinblack.livejournal.com]

[Waiting outside their room, chewing on mint gum :T he's been paranoid a lot lately after what happened with the whole memory wipe out thing. Oh hi.]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Finishes cleaning off her pitchfork and poofs it away. Also I thought mint gum was your after-sex fix... ARE YOU DOING SOMETHING BEHIND MY BACK.]

What're you doing?

[tofallinblack.livejournal.com]

Waiting for you. Everything okay?

[He was worried. What, I can't chew gum now without getting doubted on? I like candy >:]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Only if you got me a cherry lollipop to go with :<]

As okay as it ever is.

[Kisses his cheek, avoiding touching him though, since. covered in blood.]

[tofallinblack.livejournal.com]

[I have one right here 8D Screw blood, you're getting a quick hug.]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Groans, though she hugs back and settles against him.]

We're both going to need showers now.

[tofallinblack.livejournal.com]

Been there, done that. Okay, okay, come on. At least it'll make you feel better.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

Where's little Roxas?

[13thopal.livejournal.com]

Do you need a washing machine?

[he's got his hands full of assorted clothes--some obviously his own, some not.]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Looks over at him, just giving him a once over before nodding.]

Yeah, I'm assuming you're headed that way?

[13thopal.livejournal.com]

[he nods.]

I wouldn't mind. I'm doing some for others, too.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

I'll come with.

[Heads off towards the room.]

[13thopal.livejournal.com]

[keeps his lead, but instead of just going to one of the regular rooms, there's a small one where there's a washer... and then closelines. and he's using that, starting to load everything in.]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[She's poofing a new dress on, the dirty one appearing on her arm instead.]

*clothesline, i can spell

[13thopal.livejournal.com]

[--the poof catches him slightly off-guard, but he takes it, adding it in with a spritz of cleaner. once he throws it in and the washer is full, he's hopping atop it and shutting it with his foot. he turns a dial, presses a few buttons, and it's doing that obnoxious sound washers make. and Roxas is vibrating, of course.]

Can I ask how...?

*Didn't even notice*!

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

How what?