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[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?

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[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

You bet.

[nuzzles at him, just breathing his scent in.]

I really am sorry. I'm not myself lately ... I don't think I've been for a long time, but there was a point before this where I wasn't malicious. I want to go back there, but it's hard when temptation bites like fleas at my ankles.

I don't expect you to accept that, but it's there at least.

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

People don't often say sorry in my experience.

[siiiigh, and he sure doesn't know how to respond to it either]

Been worse off though. Never bitten like that, but worse off.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[presses his forehead between the other's shoulders, wrapping arms loosely around his waist.]

I'll leave you alone now.

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't want to feel bad for the guy, but he sorta does]

Didn't say you needed to.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

I know, but it's probably better that way.

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

Says everyone and their mother.

Unless you're after my liver, I'm failing to see the logic.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

You do know that if I stay I won't be able to keep my mouth off of you.

No teeth though, I swear.

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[shrugs]

As long as my skin stays where it belongs.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

Then patch yourself up and let's head out. I've been dying to lay down.

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[taps the bandages on his neck and slips off the counter]

Lead the way then.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[just decides to wander into the room the other Roxas had previously stayed in, the smell of sex making his nose wrinkle. He doesn't bother to eye the sheets, tugging them back and off the bed before sitting on the edge. his hands start to work diligently at unstrapping belts and buckles from his boots, sliding his coat off his shoulders in the meantime.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[just watches for a few moments - having his experiences the outfit isn't that unusual but he'd wondered how one got into or out of some parts of it]

Always wear that?

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

Normally. I think a tee and some sweats wouldn't hurt, though. Got anything in your closet you wouldn't mind handing over?

[peers at it, slipping his boots off.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

Bet I do.

[wanders over to it and pokes around, shuffling through clothing]

Got any color preference? Out of luck if you like pink or yellow.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

Blaaack.

[like my soul. stretches back across the bed, arms out and eyes closed.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

I'm shocked, really.

[decides on a handful of things - not like he wears so much variety anyhow - and makes short work of folding them and walks back over, setting them on the other's stomach]

Stuck with a red top too.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

Gee wiz.

[sits up, unclasping the belts from his pants.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes and takes a seat on the bed]

Got enough belts there?

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

Hell insists.

[slides his pants off to reveal-- who'da thunk it, briefs.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

Hell insists on belts?

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

If you want to be popular with the incubi, you wear what I wear.

[eyes him and smirks, sliding the sweats on and leaving the shirt off for now.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[he's seen enough oddities he'll just not question that]

Interesting fact of the day.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

Let me tell you, a lot of pretty faces go to hell.

[settles back on the bed, petting the empty space.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

Not surprised.

[speaks from his level of experience, moving to lie down on the spot]

Pretty faces sell best.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[scoots close, sighing softly.]

So I've seen you and the collar-Riku before. What happened to him?