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[thundery.livejournal.com]

[ Good heavens, Larxene, what are you doing up at this hour? What's that? Lying on the kitchen table while pouring a massive quantity of chocolate syrup down your throat? Straight from the bottle, darlings. ]

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HOLY F- WHAT. Taggin' this before his girlfriend because OMNOMNOM.

[runawayxiiith.livejournal.com]

[That's a Larxene! Roxas really needs to stop wandering into kitchens.]

lmfao what

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[even better; it's a boy! congratulations, Roxas. you have gotten the attention of a Larxene licking his lips.]

What?

(need edit button but don't want to pay)

[runawayxiiith.livejournal.com]

[...He's never seen a Larxene stuff their face full of brown stuff before.]

E-er... nothing!

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[he sits up and sets the bottle down beside him, resting an arm across one bent knee.]

Do you have a problem?

[falltoshadow.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's lovely.

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[isn't it? Larxene turns his head to look at him - his head is off the table, for the record, so he might as well be looking at him upside-down - and sticks a chocolate-coated tongue out. tsk. maybe he'll drown like that.]

[falltoshadow.livejournal.com]

[he's going straight in despite the weirdo on the table, grabbing the whole cookie jar on the counter and plopping down in a chair, before throwing his feet up on the table by Larxene]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[he sits up and swings his legs up to sit with them folded in, eying Riku with some kind of amused distaste.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[

Isn't this funny, considering she immediately recognizes those messed up, I Have A Really Bad Day antenna's he gets away with calling a hairstyle. She warps right beside him, and slaps his back. ]

Larxene. Something wrong?

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[he coughs and sends her a disgusted glare, swallowing the chocolate.]

Why ever would it be?

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Something about drowning yourself in chocolate is never a good thing.

why am I doing this prepare for fail--

[fakedshadow.livejournal.com]

[ ...

... what the hell, Larx. ]

lskdjfgh :D

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[my, my. he pauses, wrinkles his nose like he's caught the scent of something disgusting and rolls into a sitting position.]

Well, well. Long time no see.

you.

[fakedshadow.livejournal.com]

[ goddamnit. ]

Yeah. Too bad it wasn't longer.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[He walks in with a look of disgust, though considering the hand that's slapped over his eyes, it's probably not from seeing Larxene. As a matter of fact, it doesn't even look like he sees him, instead headed for the fridge.]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[he sees you there, Roxas. it makes him sit up, propped up lazily on one elbow.]

What's your problem?

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

Hangover.

[Rubs the bridge of his nose, looking agitated, before he stops, realizing who that voice belongs to and why it sounds so familiar.]

[shedhaveaheart.livejournal.com]

[Well, well, that's not something one sees every day.]

Having problems, I take it?

[thundery.livejournal.com]

I've been better.

[though actually, he looks to be in good spirits. in comparison with his usual attitude, at least. but he looks surprised to see her there.]

[shedhaveaheart.livejournal.com]

Care to share the story, then?

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ now isn't this strange. ]

What exactly are you doing, Larxene?

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[is it more or less strange than the fact that there is an arrangement of open containers near the toaster? look - honey!]

Drowning in my misery.

[ha, ha. his full attention is on her now, at least.]

[lifelike-memory.livejournal.com]

[he's coming into the kitchen for something vaguely healthy, like fruit, when he sees Larxene.]

....and here I thought Larxenes didn't go for sugar highs.

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[fruit goes well with chocolate sauce! Larxene sits up, licking the corner of his mouth and looking like he's really not in the mood for him.]

They don't.

[lifelike-memory.livejournal.com]

Could've fooled me. [fridge raid, go. he grabs a couple of oranges and a grapefruit] Then again, one never can tell. First time for everything.