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.]

Comments

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

You look like hell, little one.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

I'm fine ... and I'm not that little.

[honestly doesn't think seventeen qualifies as little, but ah ... not enough care to fight about it. the other's appearance makes his chest ache, so he walks faster.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

I didn't realize that walking around in a stupor qualified as fine these days.

[twinchakram.livejournal.com]

'Nooo, the cute one's sad!'

Maybe he needs some cheering up?

[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'm fine.

[god, where are you, and if so, why are you torturing this poor kid's broken soul.]

[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.

[twinchakram.livejournal.com]

No you're not~

'You can't fool us.'

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Don't try to convince me of anything.

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

Not interested.

[shoreliner.livejournal.com]

[it looks like someone's going to have to postpone building his sandwich.]

Looking for something?

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Go away, please. I'm really not in the mood.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[points to the cabinet at Riku's feet.]

[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?

[twinchakram.livejournal.com]

Fine, fine.

'Feel better, cute little Sora~'

[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.]

[shoreliner.livejournal.com]

[oh, that cabinet. he's aware, but playing dumb.]

Need something out of there?

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[just facepalms, rubbing at his eyes. he needs to get out of here so bad.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I do.

[eyes him. he's nothing cheerful, he knows, just knows he's being completely ignorant with the situation he's in.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[trails after, though not particularly close]

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