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[13th.livejournal.com]

[there's a voice down a hall that's singing, and carelessly at that. he doesn't know where he's going.]


Melting the sun, melting the sun, who wants to come with me I'm melting the sun~

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[numina-namine.livejournal.com]

If you do that, your wings will melt, Icarus.

[13th.livejournal.com]

Hide in the sky, hide in the sky, who wants to come with me and hide in the sky~?

[thesplendorsof.livejournal.com]

You might want to take a few voice lessons.

[13th.livejournal.com]

For you, no.

[thesplendorsof.livejournal.com]

Ouch. That hit me right in the hypothetical heart.

[13th.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you're crying.

[thesplendorsof.livejournal.com]

On the inside.

[numina-namine.livejournal.com]

Among the clouds? A disaster, I'm sure.

[13th.livejournal.com]

Away from everyone else, yes, that's what I want.

[13th.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't give you a handkerchief if I had one.

[numina-namine.livejournal.com]

A why is in order.

[13th.livejournal.com]

Nosy. I'm not going to tell you.

[thesplendorsof.livejournal.com]

Maybe I'll borrow your shoulders to cry on.

[13th.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't.

[thesplendorsof.livejournal.com]

You know I would.

[13th.livejournal.com]

I'd love to see you try.

[numina-namine.livejournal.com]

Even if I asked nicely?

[thesplendorsof.livejournal.com]

Don't gloat just yet.

[and he's moving forward to drape those long arms over Roxas's shoulders.]

[13th.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't want to hear the answer anyways.

You'd just try and talk me out of it like a good girl.

[13th.livejournal.com]

[tenses, maybe even shaking a bit. his palms are flat as if he's ready to summon his weapons at any second. other than that, silence.]

[numina-namine.livejournal.com]

I suppose this would be the part where I offer my sincere condolences on your plight.

Well, guess what? No. Tell me what it is.

[13th.livejournal.com]

Fight me if you want to know so bad.

[thesplendorsof.livejournal.com]

[give him an inch and he'll take a foot. give him a foot and he'll take a mile. he wraps his arms around the boy in a loose hug.]

Weren't you going to try to stop me?

[13th.livejournal.com]

[he knows, he's itching to hug back but instinct is only letting him growl lowly, shaking all the more blatantly.]

[numina-namine.livejournal.com]

...

[looks left, looks right, looks behind, looks back.]

That would be quite a stupid suggestion.