flirt and flounce.

[celaje.livejournal.com]

[he's bent over, looking under a couch.]

Com'on, Pochera.

I know you're under there... somewhere. Come on.

[sits up and sighs.]

Man, Heartless are so stubborn...

[ooc; well, had to post for him. >> will not reply until like... tomorrow afternoon? |D; lol.]

Comments

[skyefalls.livejournal.com]

...Pochera?

[celaje.livejournal.com]

[glance up, and--]

My Heartless. He likes to hide.

[celaje.livejournal.com]

Heart... less?

[celaje.livejournal.com]

... uh. I thought all Soras knew what they were...

Guess not.

--uh, they're beings of darkness that steal people's hearts. Well, that's the short version. Don't make me go into the long version, though. It's confusing.

[celaje.livejournal.com]

When you put it like that, you make it sound all wrong!

Look, people keep dogs as pets. Dogs could just as easily eat your liver and some would!

[celaje.livejournal.com]

Nobodies can control Heartless like owners control their dogs, and I'm a Nobody. That's how.

[celaje.livejournal.com]

Oh, geez, here we go again!

Look, I don't exist. At all. Maybe someone should make an announcement about it.

[celaje.livejournal.com]

Why does everyone use that analogy? Air exists but you can't touch it!

[flail, smacks his hand away.]

You Somebodies are really frustrating.

[celaje.livejournal.com]

I'm not. I'm only part of someone.

[celaje.livejournal.com]

[he just sighs, looking under the couch again.]

Forget it. You wouldn't understand, anyway.

[skyefalls.livejournal.com]

I...okay. I see.

[kneels beside him.] What kind of Heartless is he?

[celaje.livejournal.com]

He's a Red Nocturne. Uh, so be... careful?

I hope he doesn't scorch anyone.

[skyefalls.livejournal.com]

[sliightly weirded out]

Why is he hiding in the first place?

[celaje.livejournal.com]

[scratches the back of his head.]

Well, I told him he had to hide so no people who thought he was a bad Heartless would kill him. I guess he thinks we're playing hide and seek.

[skyefalls.livejournal.com]

...

Twin, there is no thing as a bad Heartless. Or a good one, either.

[crouches and looks under the couch - ]

Okay, Pochera, come out....

[celaje.livejournal.com]

Only you and I know that, or at least, we're the only ones who look like we--

[and almost on cue, a Red Nocturne dances out.]

Pochera!