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[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[ And the creeper is back in public after temporarily being extremely anti-social.
He seems unusually cheerful right now carrying an old-and -worn-looking blue plush toy through the halls
There are probably other contributing factors to Even's good mood, unlikely particularly good ones either *cough*tinyku*cough*]

Comments

[fromshadow]

[helloooooo would you like to be slammed into the wall.]

:DDD

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[ow, no body fat to pad that -the immediate response being to flatten his ears tuck his tail between his legs, and bare his teeth]

[fromshadow]

Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you right where you stand, you sick bastard.

[that was a pretty good snarl for someone who is not a predator.]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

You'd be giving me something I want?
[fake smile is so very very fake, he's still quite determined to keep ahold of that toy]

[fromshadow]

Then maybe I'll just break you.

[slams him against the wall again.]

What the hell did you do to him?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

nng... who?

[fromshadow]

I'm sure you know him quite well. Little kid, about four, same colouring as me.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[prays it's suspicion rather than accusation]
I didn't hurt him.

[fromshadow]

I'm not talking about you hurting him.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

Then what do you think I did?

[fromshadow]

Something that's made him scared to sleep in the same bed as someone, or be in a room with a closed door.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

And what make you think it was me? [yes, he does intend to keep playing dumb without a direct accusation or proof]

[fromshadow]

Kid's quite an artist, but apparently he didn't like any of the pictures he drew of you. They were all scribbled out with black.

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[oh hi, it's your crazy... friend-acquaintance-enemy person. he's watching that toy, looking very curious and a little out of it. more so than usual, I mean.]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[oh, he sees you looking at it, he's gripping it a bit tighter and holding it closer to him.]

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to take it from you.

[stops, as if to make himself less... threatening?]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Will not stop him continuing being possessive, he probably won't relax about it until it's safely stashed away in his room]
You won't.

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

I won't. I wouldn't.

[averts his gaze, sighing.]

What's it called?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[has to think about this]
I think it was called 'Grrface' then 'Xii' and before that, 'Jack'.

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

Why so many names?

[it looks more like a Jack, Roxas decides. or maybe a Martin.]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

He's old and been owned by different people.

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[he nods and, for some reason even he is unsure of, he shudders.]

How old?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

Forty something?

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[...that's old. he nods slowly.]

And what do you call it?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

Jack.