you like depression because it matches your eyes

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

[oh look, a folded pocket knife just sitting on the floor and no one to be found. dare you touch it?]

{ooc; info on profile.}

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[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

So it's you?

[strokes along the object, trying to figure out what it is]

Why are you...this?

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

[that's ... definitely an awkward feeling.]

A knife, because I was created to be.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[nails find a catch-point, and he tugs, jerking in shock as the blade comes out and he slices the tip of his finger]

O-ow!

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

[and light ensues, not that he can really tell. a body looms, staring the boy down.]

You're small.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[...meep]

I. I'm sorry?

[groping around, not able to figure out where he is without a wall, and o-oh hey, legs]

Are you okay?

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

[reaches out, lifting Sora's chin a little and tilting it to examine.]

Me? I'm fine.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[lets out a soft noise at the touch, not expecting it]

I d-didn't hurt you?

[stumbles over the words, trying to stop his finger from bleeding]

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

[brings that bleeding finger to his mouth, sticking it in. okay, so he has some pretty odd methods to fix things.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[meeeeeeep]

W-what is -

--oh that's.

[your mouth, his mind finishes, and he's staring blankly up with pretty, fake blue eyes]

Y....you're sure you're okay?

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

[aaand lick, he pulls away.]

As fine as ever.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[holds his finger lightly]

Okay...

What. What are you?

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

I am a knife, but my combat form is a shape I take that looks akin to a human.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

...I wish I could see...

[looking up at him, as he starts to try and get up]

What do you look like?

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

[holds out a hand to him, finding his and helping him stand. then, he proceeds to look himself up and down.]

About five foot seven, underweight by human standards, lanky, blue eyes, pale skin, and upsweeped blond hair.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

....Oh. You sound nice.

[smiles, thanking him for the help, and stands there curiously]

Can....Can I touch you? To....ah....get an idea?

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

If that's what you want, I'm not opposed to it.

[in fact, he's used to it too.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[reaches his hands up to his chest, to trail them up, ghosting over his cheeks and his lips and nose, touching his hair lightly; it was a trick a Namine suggested]

You're very...slender? I suppose? You just feel....very light.

[means his bones]

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

It's in my design.

[he's still the entire time.] The cuts are quick and efficient.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

[hopes that the other doesn't see the need to cut him intentionally, and pulls back.]

Thank you. Not many people let me try to see them my way.

[smile]

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

[reaches out, ruffling Sora's hair.]

It's fine. I understand you are unable, and I appreciate helping.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[leans into the touch; he appreciates physical contact when he can get it]

Th...that's really nice. Not a lot of people like helping.

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

Something I can't relate with. However, I'm glad I pleased you.

[trailing fingers down and around Sora's neck to feel the hairs on the back.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[that gains a shiver, and a pleased noise]

You...don't have to touch me if you don't want to. Lots don't.

[swallows, voice soft]

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

But I like to feel humans just as you do.

Such odd things.

[slowly massages his fingers between Sora's shoulders.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

I..but I'm not totally human.

[swallows, wavering where he stands because it feels so very good.]

My arms and legs, some of my organs...they're all mechanical.