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[he struggles against him, forcing him down on the floor and moving his body over the blond's, using his legs to pin Roxas', his hands busy keeping his arms out of commission.]

Go away you stupid bitch! Go away, go away, go away, go away!

[screaming at the top of his lungs now that he can't move, struggling to the best of his ability.]

[he simply holds on, maybe a little afraid of letting go now that Roxas is thrashing and acting oh-so pissed off.]

Will you calm down if I get off?

Yes- just get the hell off!

[grits his teeth, closing his eyes to avoid blood dripping into them.]

[he does so, letting go of his legs first, then his arms, backing up quickly and eying him cautiously.

[rolls over to his side, letting the blood run down his face. slowly but surely he starts to unzip his coat, sliding it down his shoulders.]

[he can't help but sit and stare.]

W-what are you doing?

[doesn't answer him, reaching up to smear away the blood from his eyes before he keeps unzipping, worming out of the hot leather.]

[he forces his eyes in another direction.]

Hey..I know you loathe the very sight of my face, but. I can heal those scratches, for you.

I want them to burn.

[keeps on squirming around, giving up halfway when his arms get twisted. at least his upper body's out of the coat.]

[he takes a cautiously little step forward.]

At least let me help with that, then.

[can't he see he's trying to he helpful?]

What don't you understand about fuck off?! Just leave me the hell alone already, you ugly son of a bitch!

[presses himself as close to the wall as he can, mainly to feel the cool surface on his sweating skin.]

[he stands up straight, glaring on over at him.]

Quit with the bitter attitude, and maybe things won't be so terrible for yo--

[he suddenly sways on his feet, one hand going up to clutch at his head and then...there's blond hair where brown used to be, and those hesitant eyes are now confident and calmly fixed on the other boy.]

Good lord, you look like shit. Didn't your Other ever teach you to clean your face?

Go away.

[doesn't even look at him, but his own voice, no matter the maturity, is recognizable anywhere.]

Go. Away.

[he ignores the other near completely.]

I don't appreciate what you did. Sora might be an idiotic excuse for an Other, but this is my body, too, and I don't need it full of holes and bleeding red.

[there's a small laugh as he goes to lean against that wall his smaller self seems to like so much.]

So, you lost Riku? You really aren't doing that well. I didn't have such a hard time, but I suppose he never had help before. Sora never was the brightest tool in the shed, but here he has some smarter people watching out for him. How unfortunate for you.

[is just ignoring him, figuring it more fun to finally worm free of his coat so he can tuck his hands under his chest, fidgeting.]

[he gets quiet, merely watching him with one curiously raised eyebrow.]

[his one eye starts to twitch, but he otherwise looks fine-- there's a slight strain in his face though, both eyes blinking when blood runs between them.]

[there's a bottle; a potion, being kicked your way.]

Whether you use it or not is up to you.

[and then he's moving away from the wall.]

[nope, too busy over here trying not to cry out, but he chokes, grunting and accidentally letting the dam break-- the tears are flowing, and now his shoulders are shaking.]

[he sighs, standing awkwardly and staring. he knows Sora would be all over that like the incredibly naive sap he is, but Roxas wants nothing to do with it.]

There's always someone prettier to obtain. You start crying now and you'll have people thinking there's a heart in that chest of yours.

There's n-not--

[pushes himself back, and oh behold, the reason for that fidgeting and grunting and crying and struggling-- the bastard's clawing a hole straight into his chest!]

anything here-- I'll show 'em...

[so he just keeps clawing and digging, pulling flesh and meat away to get to the empty center.]

[he merely stares for a long moment, eyes wide.]

Do you want to kill yourself, you fucking idiot? There might not be a heart there, but you can die.

There'd be no harm in that, would there?

[of course not, so he keeps pulling and picking and tearing; like gutting a pumpkin for halloween.]

You're so weak. Your little kitty cat runs away so you grab the knife and end it all. Is that it?

[he scoffs.]

You disgust me. You haven't even been through everything I have, and you're already giving up?

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Roxas, say hello to Roxas. 8D

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