something i can never have.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[rubbing his hand all over his face, he looks well worn from the latest happenings in his own little world and now he just ... wants to unwind and pass out somewhere. wherever he ends up. his destination is set for the kitchen, feet moving silently.]

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[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

You never know in this place. Look, I'm not looking for conversation ... I just wanna relax by myself. I've done enough talking.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[nods, turning on his heel]

If you need a distraction later, let me know.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

I've got one in mind.

[rounds the corner to the kitchen. hooray, time to find the alcohol cabinet.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[arches an eyebrow]

You plan on drowning your sorrows in liquor?

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Do it almost every night.

[ah, there you are, o happy bottle.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[looks a little taken aback for a minute before his face goes back to normal Axel-ness. He's eying the liquor with interest -- being sober for this many days is not exactly how he likes to live]

Don't suppose you'd like any company.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Not really, no. I'm going to go it alone anymore so I don't make mistakes.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

It's only a mistake if you regret it.

[swipes a bottle for himself]

And frankly, if you're with me, it's not possible to make a mistake.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Don't try to convince me of anything.

[pulls his arm back with two bottles, turning around.]

Not interested.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Cold little thing, aren't you?

[shrugs it off]

If that's how you want it, to be drunk and lonely, then who am I to stop you?

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

It's what I'm used to and what I'll always do from now on.

It doesn't matter if I'm lonely anyways, I'm too drunk to care and I pass out for hours.

[sets off, wandering to the hall.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[trails after, though not particularly close]

Sounds like a pretty miserable existence to me. And a quick way to liver failure.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

If I die, I die.

[sways the bottles.]

Don't you dare follow me to my room.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

What are you going to do if I do? Puke on my shoes?

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Just leave me the hell alone, alright? I'm not asking for trouble, I'm asking for you to keep your nose out of my business.

[snaps, nose wrinkled in frustration.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

I'm not looking to cause trouble, Sora. If that's really what you think, you're misreading me completely.

I can make the hurt go away, that's all.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

No, you can't make the hurt go away with the face you're wearing. Find someone else to cheer up, because you're heading in the opposite direction here.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Oh, an Axel did this to you?

[would be stopping in his tracks]

F-fuck, I'm sorry. I'll leave.

[he loves to have his fun with Soras, but to cause one pain is definitely a no-no in his book]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Don't blame him.

[because god damnit, he's trying his best to make him seem innocent, even with how angry he's getting. Sora just storms off, breaking into a sprint to get to his room unseen. it's a long way away from here.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[watches him go, biting his lip before walking back to the couch in the main room, curling up on the couch with his own bottle]