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[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[this guy's had a tough day but he's definately not letting it show like the Roxas has. sitting calmly at the table, he has some pizza in front of a chair. he's up, putting bandages around new burns. someone was so lost in his thoughts he couldn't remember to use an oven mitt.]

Someone should write 'love fucks up your life' in big letters around this room.

[ooc; Axels and Roxai beware.]

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[slavingly.livejournal.com]

More of a sexual abuse charity case. I don't even care who knows anymore.

[mumbles.]

It's broken anyway, not much use...

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

Either way, you're not the only one, so that's not inferior.

It'll mend if you're not a dumbass about it.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[just pulls away from him, gritting his teeth.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

Do you want a gimp arm?

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

Fine... whatever. I don't even care anymore.

[the tough guy act just melts and he outstretches his arm.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[quietly rearranges the bandages, getting a wooden spoon to use as a splint before he continues]

Broken arms hurt like a bitch, huh?

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

Pretty much.

[his voice is tired as he stares at the ground.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

It'll get better.

[finishes with the bandaging, nice and tidy. he's had a lotta practice]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

Mm.

[... looks at it thoughtfully.]

Thanks.

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[shrugs]

No problem. Can say I'm paying you back for the other day, something like that.