this can't be right...

[neck.livejournal.com]

[someone takes a good five minutes of poking around to decide that this is indeed not his dorm, glancing around and puzzling over the change in scenery while he carts around some papers. seeing people mill about, he freezes - man if this isn't a bad time to be wearing his big old green hoodie and boxers]

This is definitely not thrid floor D-wing...

[ever so subtly pulls his kitty-eared beanie off of his head. strangers just don't need to see him wearing his 'thinking cap']


[ooc: Sora from the same reality as cericelight and lastoption. Where he's from, Kairi and Riku were recently killed, so this college student's not been having the best time. Bit more in his userinfo]

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[neck.livejournal.com]

Hope you don't eat ramen all the time.

[is apparently working on a salad, not quite sure if any of those dandy sandwiches are someone else's. in the process of cutting up the carrot he gets his finger too, biting down a hiss]

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Are you all right?

[gets up quickly to survey the scene but he twitches. The smell of blood]

[neck.livejournal.com]

Yeah, just...guess I wasn't careful enough.

[because he's ever so smart, he shows Rox]

It's not bad, see?

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[and you may see a visible twitch of his lips]

Y-yeah. You better take care of that. Now.

[neck.livejournal.com]

I'll be fine.

[pops his cut finger into his mouth, figuring the kitchen's not going to have band-aids]

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[sighs slightly, backing off now]

[neck.livejournal.com]

[examines his finger after a few moments and gets back to that salad]

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Please try to be careful Sora. I can't have you cutting yourself around me so much.

[neck.livejournal.com]

Sorry. Does blood make you sick or something?

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Not exactly. It's hard to say.

[neck.livejournal.com]

Like one of those weird diseases that're hard to pronounce?

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Umm, no.

[neck.livejournal.com]

What then?

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Hard to say, Sora. Don't worry about it.

[neck.livejournal.com]

[frowns, a bit concerned, but recovers]

I'll make sure I'm careful.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Ah, good.

[neck.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't wanna make you uncomfortable.

[finishes getting his salad ready and takes a seat at the table]

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[sets himself down next to him. Yeah, he's still looking around, being as protective as ever]

[neck.livejournal.com]

Least I can do for you.

[om nom nom salad]

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

You're still too nice, you know.

[pokes his side]

[neck.livejournal.com]

[makes a little noise and pokes back. woops cut finger brushed something rough]

Ouch!

[remembers what they just talked about]

S-sorry. I'll go find a band-aid.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[growls, grabbing onto the other's hand. Will power, will power Roxas]

...idiot.

[neck.livejournal.com]

[just watches Roxas. pressure's not helping that little cut not bleed]

I didn't mean to. Guess I really am clumsy.

[cericelight.livejournal.com]

[well not that it matters now. With a sharp breath he's got the digit in his mouth]

[neck.livejournal.com]

[somebody didn't expect that, but it's Roxas so it's alright]