murmur.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[someone looks like they've been under the weather, but he's pointedly ignoring it, still in pajamas and looking for a certain item in the kitchen with a sigh.]

... where's the popcorn.

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[wantstobeone.livejournal.com]

[ no one walks into the kitchen looking for food without Patch knowing. he's following Riku, looking hopeful~ ]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[--oh, that's a bit of a surprise. looks at him for a few seconds. dogs are mostly named after markings, so--]

Hungry, Patch?

[wantstobeone.livejournal.com]

[ there goes the tail, wagging so hard his whole behind is swaying. ]

Only a lot!

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[ponder. there probably isn't any dog food, but he's seen a few shows on TV about feeding dogs other ways...]

What're you hungry for?

[wantstobeone.livejournal.com]

Ummm. [ sits. ] Popcorn.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[pause.]

Popcorn isn't good for you guys. How about some beef?

[wantstobeone.livejournal.com]

Can I have popcorn in it?

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

You can have corn in it.

[wantstobeone.livejournal.com]

But I want popcorn in it...

What about candy corn?

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Candy doesn't taste good with beef.

I'll put a little bit of popcorn next to it, okay?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[facefirst in the pantry, tossing anything that's not taffy onto the floor.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[quickly grabs anything that's tossed before grabbing him with a frown.]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Hey!

[squirms a little.]

I still gotta find the taffy!

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Don't you choke on taffy?

[raises an eyebrow.]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

No! ... Yes.

But, but maybe I won't this time!

[it's that reasoning that keeps him coming back for more, trying to reach past Riku and towards the pantry.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[holds onto him, sighing and ruffling his hair.]

I'll make you anything you want, except taffy.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[thinks about this for a minute, chewing on his thumb.]

... Can I have a sandwich Mister big kid Riku?

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[... relatively simple.]

What do you want on it?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Cheese! Lots of cheese!

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

So... a grilled cheese sandwich?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Okay!

[hangs on tight, resting his head on Riku's shoulder.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[patpat.]

Alright... you should probably let go so I can make it, okay?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

'Kay.

[wiggles and bends in his arms, pointing his toes towards the floor.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[and he lets him go, getting some pieces of bread and cheese.]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[plops down on the floor next to Riku once he's stopped walking around, and leans up against his legs.]

Mister big kid Riku? Do I gotta grow up here?

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

... I hope not.

[he actually paused to think about it. if that happens, he'll get the kids out safely.]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[tugs at his sandals and huffs a little.]

I miss the beach. And Momma. And the boardwalk. And my pet slug. And--

[goes on in that fashion for quite a while.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[and he just puts the sandwich in front of him.]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[takes it gratefully and chomps away, silenced from rattling off things he misses for now.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[but he's back to searching with a frown. popcorn, popcorn...]

[complexikey.livejournal.com]

[leans and opens a drawer, shifting past granola bars and fruit roll-ups]

There it is.

[holds up the bag of kernels and sets it on the counter. then plops himself on a bar stool with his head in his arms, looking tired]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

... thanks.

[so he takes it and reads the instructions before popping them into the microwave, turning it on and going over.]

You look tired.

[complexikey.livejournal.com]

[sighhhh.]

Don't I always.

Now I'm talking to myself.

Hahaha...

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[not amusing. he sighs, a little sourly. his voice is a tad too monotone for his usual speech.]

Mn. Hilarious. What've you been doing.

[complexikey.livejournal.com]

[sits up and pulls the fruit basket over, grabbing an apple]

I've been writing.

[bite, swallow]

... Poetry, haikus, anything really.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[he's really struggling to be normal at the moment, narrowing his eyes a little.]

... poetry. It's not cut-your-wrists-bleed-to-death poetry, is it?

[complexikey.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow]

Way off the mark, there...

[pulls out a poem folded up in his pocket-- mostly abstract stuff about reality and what's real and what isn't. nothing Shakespearean anyways.]

I may be a little depressed but... geez I'm not that bad...

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

I was joking. Or trying to, though I guess I'm losing my touch here.

[he takes it, reading over it silently.]

[complexikey.livejournal.com]

[eating apple thoughtfully, rubbing at the bags under his eyes]

I'm no poet. I just needed to keep my brain focused on something.

It's weird, showing a poem I wrote to myself who could easily have... written the same thing.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[he hands it back after a moment.]

It's really good.

[complexikey.livejournal.com]

[ears go red]

Thanks.

[finishes the apple, tossing the core into the garbage]

So, I've been thinking... we should have more events, you know... like that costume thing.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[yawns, barely covering it.]

Probably. That'd be good, maybe there wouldn't be that much violence and sex once people actually interact.