eating away the walls and the distance.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[there's a redhead propped against a wall in one of the more spacious rooms. the skin around his eye sockets is red and angry; the sockets themselves are empty, scraped clean.]

Guess I should take these things in stride.
 
[ooc; warning for squick/pseudo-guro.]

Comments

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm probably a distant cousin to that scalpel.

That's why I don't care.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

I'm used to the lack of concern.

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

Am I supposed to feel bad?

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't know.

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

Poor you.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

You said it. My quality of life is so shitty. I don't even get room service or anything.

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

It must be so hard.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

I'd cry if I wasn't worried about my eyes getting all moldy.

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

I'd laugh if they did.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

Cruel, Roxas. So terribly cruel. If I didn't know better, I'd think you disliked me.

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

Dislike you? Nooo, I couldn't...

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

Good. Wouldn't want to lose my sweet little buddy in my time of need.

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't that just be a shame.