ouch

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[is sitting on a countertop in the bathroom adjoining the room he's been staying in, holding a wet cloth to the side of his neck and scowling at one of the mirrors. he's got some bandages in a little pile beside him but hasn't touched them just yet]

Figures I'd run into some fuckjob inside a few days. Kick his ass next time.

[is more or less grumbling to himself; he didn't exactly appreciate being bitten by a certain someone. several moments pass after he falls silent and he moves the cloth away just enough to inspect before pressing it to his throat again]

Hey Sora, could I get your help with something?

Comments

[brbstreaking.livejournal.com]

[sighs quietly]

Then hurt me.

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

You're not even used to that. I am.

[brbstreaking.livejournal.com]

[kisses his forehead]

So?

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

So I don't think you'd like it. Why bother with this?

[brbstreaking.livejournal.com]

I've already told you, you just didn't like my answers.

[sighs quietly]

Are you actually gonna do anything or what?

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[grumbles]

No.

[brbstreaking.livejournal.com]

[Stare]

...wait, what?

So what was that?

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

Was trying to get you to back out, stupid.

[doesn't really mean Sora's dumb but man is he frustrated]

[brbstreaking.livejournal.com]

...But I said I wouldn't.

[pouting now]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

But you should. It's not something you want, so you shouldn't bother.

[brbstreaking.livejournal.com]

[cups his cheeks tightly, making Roxas look at him]

Stop questioning me alright? I meant what I said, and I say what I mean.

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

I don't think you understand it though.

[brbstreaking.livejournal.com]

[hand fisting in his hair now; he's frustrated]

Roxas, stop being dumb and listen to what I said. Just. Stop arguing with me.

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

When you're going to regret it, why shouldn't I?

[brbstreaking.livejournal.com]

Stop it.

[tugs his hair]

Seriously. I didn't regret earlier. So stop.

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[well hair-tugging's easy enough for him to handle, so he ignores it]

Now you just have a heart attack if you get touched.

[brbstreaking.livejournal.com]

Stop it.

[fjdsglkf tug]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

If you're trying to get a point across, I've had worse.

[brbstreaking.livejournal.com]

[just hugs him instead]

Then what do I have to do to prove it?

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

Nothing to prove.

[brbstreaking.livejournal.com]

[then he's drawing back]

Do you want me to go then?

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

Want you to stop offering things you shouldn't.

[brbstreaking.livejournal.com]

...I want to.

I want to, so stop doubting.

[kisses him, though it's hesitant]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[hello resignation, how're you]

I don't understand you.

[brbstreaking.livejournal.com]

[presses a soft little kiss to the corner of his lips]

Sweet.