dear _______

[wrongkey.livejournal.com]

[ Sora over here has a serious look on his face, staring at the notebook in front of him like he can move it. really, though, he's trying to write a letter, and ends up breaking the lead of his pencil every time. ]

Ah-!

[ he's doing it all wrong, sticking it in the sharpener and concentrating again. ]

Comments

[sexual.livejournal.com]

[someone's busy watching him fail, finally snickering this time.]

[wrongkey.livejournal.com]

O-kay ...

[ talks to himself, taking a deep breath and finally managing to get the first word out.

... he stops after a messily scrawled "dear". ]

[sexual.livejournal.com]

[oh, curious! he'll eavesdrop more before interrupting him.]

[wrongkey.livejournal.com]

[ has a classic look of confusion on his face. it takes a minute for him to shrug it off, skip it, and figure out what else to add. ]

[ he can't get halfway through "I think I lo-" before scrubbing it away with an eraser. this'll never work. ]

[sexual.livejournal.com]

[silently giggling up a storm over here, one hand over his mouth. maybe he should say something, but this is just too cute.]

[wrongkey.livejournal.com]

[ he's too distracted, scribbling his name down twice, and making thicker lines out of one of them, wondering if anyone else ever liked someone who shared the same name. ]

[sexual.livejournal.com]

[he'd actually been thinking about asking the other to give him a nickname, since he himself had already gotten comfortable with calling the other Sora. as a boy who never really had friends or a family that cared, no one called his name often, so it's not odd to say it.]

Having trouble?

[the voice is soft and the body attached to it is leaning over the back of the chair, chin pressed into the other's shoulder.]

1/2

[wrongkey.livejournal.com]

[ ... not good. ]

[wrongkey.livejournal.com]

Other-me--!

[ dasfl;hfhgfj covers the notebook up in a hurry. ]

[sexual.livejournal.com]

[wraps his arms around him.]

What, what, let me see~

[lets one go to fight away the hands.]

[wrongkey.livejournal.com]

You're not supposed to seeee-!

[ just blurts that one on out without thinking. ]

[sexual.livejournal.com]

Aw, it's for me?

[pulling extra hard, which isn't very hard at all.]

[wrongkey.livejournal.com]

N-no.

[ ... tears the paper off without thinking. ]

[sexual.livejournal.com]

[grab grab grab!]

[wrongkey.livejournal.com]

[ he's trying to crumple it up into a little ball. damn it, he'd just gotten to the "I love" part, too! ]

[sexual.livejournal.com]

[and-- snatch'd! he's quickly darting away while unfolding it, trying to read pass all the harsh erasing and scribbling.]

[wrongkey.livejournal.com]

[ d-dives for it. ]

Ahh, no ...

[sexual.livejournal.com]

[swings his body around, holding it up above his head while getting dragged down, down, to the ground. it's a huge mess and he winds up bringing a stool with them, bumping his head and earning himself a chest full of Sora.]

O-ow...

[wrongkey.livejournal.com]

Ha!

[ finally. that crumpled-up letter's all he wanted. ]

[sexual.livejournal.com]

[too busy checking for blood, here.]

[wrongkey.livejournal.com]

[ stuffs it in his pocket right away-- ]

Whoa, are you okay?

[sexual.livejournal.com]

Ach...

[rubs his head, letting it fall back to the floor.]

I'm dizzy...

[wrongkey.livejournal.com]

Aw, c'mon, I didn't ...

[ shakes him. this wasn't supposed to happen, he was just writing a love letter! ]

[sexual.livejournal.com]

D-don't shake!

[t-tries to sit up, holding the front of his face.]

I feel like I'm gonna be sick...

[wrongkey.livejournal.com]

[ don't panic, don't panic. if it's not a concussion ... ]

U-uh.

[ just scoops Sora up and rushes to the nearest toilet; or something hollow. ]