orange river

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[now with Riku's bouquet in his arms, he's walking around with a slightly disturbed expression on his face.]

Dad's house got big like Sora did, too.

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[pouty.livejournal.com]

P-S-Y-C-H-I-C...

[takes a little to let that run through his head.]

Psycho still sounds cooler.

[molests.livejournal.com]

That's 'cuz psychoes are real and psychics aren't.

[pouty.livejournal.com]

So maybe I'm psycho.

[holds his hands up.]

What does a psycho do?

[molests.livejournal.com]

[stuffs his hands in his pockets to stop himself from lacing them with Roxas's.]

A psycho is someone who does things that most people don't accept.

[pouty.livejournal.com]

But that makes them unique, right? Isn't that a good thing?

[drifting closer regardless.]

[molests.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, they have to wear bright orange all the time. You wouldn't want to be stuck wearing something like that, would you?

[it'd be kind of cute, though. Roxas could pull it off.]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

Orange is an o-kay color. I like red more.

[totally won't say why, but the answer to that might be pretty obvious. he's almost leaning against Axel's side now.]

[molests.livejournal.com]

[oh, and there goes his hand, sneaking into Roxas's hair.]

Red is almost pink, you know.

[pouty.livejournal.com]

Red is almost orange, too.

[mmm, he likes that, but also tries to keep his spikes in place.]

[molests.livejournal.com]

You got me there.

[doesn't massage his scalp, even though he'd like to. he just lets his hand rest casually on top of the boy's head.]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

Your hands are real big.

[reaches up to hold onto a finger, marveled by the size.]

[molests.livejournal.com]

[the fingers wrapped around his seem impossibly tiny by comparison. almost like that time when he was a kid and aunt Aerith let him play with her new baby.]

...your skin is soft.

[it's all he can think of to say.]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

Mhm, dad says that's why I get cuts and bruises so easy.

[just holds on, though he's quickly getting bored. he's a kid, what can you say?]

We should play a game.

[molests.livejournal.com]

[that's to be expected, he supposes.]

As long as I'm not it.

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[tries to look up at him even with the hand in his hair.]

Nu-uh, you pick. I like surprises.

[molests.livejournal.com]

We~ll...

[retracts his hand and turns away from Roxas, covering his eyes.]

A hundred... ninety-nine... ninety-eight... ninety-seven...

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[--derp, he perks up and looks around, walking fast in another direction.]

{ooc; because i'm a dork and i wanna make it a little more fun, I'm gonna thread hop with this game. |D }

[molests.livejournal.com]

[totally peeking.]

Ninety-six... ninety-five...

[ooc; i will hunt you down. 8|b]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[--and now that they're back again, he's looking around.]

Um... I dunno where to go.

[molests.livejournal.com]

[lightbulb!]

The kitchen might work.

[pouty.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[he knows where that is! wanders off in that direction.]

[molests.livejournal.com]

[follows like the hopeless puppy he is, keeping his eyes on Roxas the whole time.]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[peers into the kitchen, and with no occupants he walks in.]

Where do I sit?

[molests.livejournal.com]

[pull a chair out from the table with a flourish.]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[hops on up, spreading his legs to place his palms between them.]