live alone with just.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[not at the piano, not with a guitar, but simply tapping against the table with a flat hand and a cupped hand. he's waiting for the water to boil, singing idly.]

I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew,
Right off the ground to float to you.
There's no gravity to hold me down, for real,
But somehow I'm still alive inside,
You took my breath, but I survived.
I don't know how, but I don't even care.

So how do you expect me
To live alone with just me?
'Cause my world revolves around you,
It's so hard for me to breathe...

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[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

How hard is it to put a tea bag in a mug of hot water?

[teasing smile, getting up to rummage in the cabinets]

I'll make the coffee, you focus on your tea.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[he blinks at Axel as he starts taking a tea bag from a box.]

Actually, different tea leaves open at different times.

Black tea leaves, for example, open just a little over 95 degrees. If they don't open completely, the aroma and color isn't properly released and it tastes too watery. If you boil the water too high, the tea turns bitter.

[... and he goes silent, because he knows that's something only old ladies would know.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[now he's blinking, obviously impressed]

Learn something new every day.

[smiles reassuringly at the boy, getting a mug from the cabinet for himself]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[... well, that's a good reaction, so he smiles back and waits for a few moments.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[gets out the instant mocha mix, too lazy to make himself real coffee. He leans against the counter as he watches the boy with a smile]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[so he's tasting for a moment and hums a little happily, turning his back to go back to the table.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[finishes making his coffee, moving to join him at the table, amused by how domestic this is]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[there's a pause before he glances at Axel.]

Do you sing, Mr-Many-Talents?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Only in the shower~

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[laughs quietly behind his hand.]

Come on, sing something.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[looks around]

This certainly doesn't look like a shower to me.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[cants his head.]

Come on, for me?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[a light blush dusts his cheeks. Obviously he can't resist a request like that. Closing his eyes, his voice soft and low:]

I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend,
You could cut ties with all the lies, that you've been living in,
And if you do not want to see me again, I would understand.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[and he closes his eyes, resting his chin on his arms and nodding a little. someone's obviously content.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[blushes darker, eyes opening slowly to take in the sight of happy!Riku]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[he'll stay happy and still for a few more seconds before he's opening his eyes, just as red.]

... your voice is really nice.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you like it~

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

It's hard not to.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[blushes at this, suddenly becoming very interested in his coffee]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[h-he laughs, nice and loud.] You look awkward.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Like I said, I usually save my karaoke for the shower.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

It sounds nice even without the shower.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Hn, thanks.

[lifts his mug to his lips, eyes watching Riku over the rim. He's tempted to ask how Riku is feeling after their earlier - ahem - activities, but refrains]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[he looks content, almost glowing as he sips from his own cup.]