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[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[There's a Sora fumbling his way with a piece of cloth, ripping it sloppily and then trying to tie it around his head, to hide his eyes. It's been a few days since his fake, glass eyes got stolen, and since the Axel decided it was facerape time.]

W-whoever took them, please give them b-back....

[just mumbles it to himself, wiping away tears; it's just been one bad thing after another]

[[ooc; whoever wants to take credit for this can, or I'll just blame one of my Axels since they're mostly douches. Whole reason for this was I forgot he had glass eyes in a thread, and promptly went [facepalm]. ]]

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[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

W-what's wrong?

[in front of him, crouched down and touching his shoulder.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[jerks back, head tilting up by reflex, and then he's rushing to hide the eyeless sockets.]

Nothing, nothing nothing nothing--

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[startled a little, but he just frowns.]

I-it's f-fine... wh-what's wrong? Y-you're p-panicked.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[realizes that he can't quite do much with tying it around his head and just hides his eyes by looking straight at the ground]

I w-want to go home.

[sounds almost choked with tears, shivering]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[youuu get a tight hug.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

I h-h-hate this place.

[whispers it, leaning into his arms and crying]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

I-it's okay...

[patting his back, hugging him.]

[reflecktion.livejournal.com]

[comes up to him, a puzzled look on his face]

H-hey... are you okay?

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[nods firmly though he's shaking]

Y-yes.

[reflecktion.livejournal.com]

[puts a calming hand on his shoulder]

Don't have to play tough with me. What happened?

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[3...2...1, hi, you have a quietly crying Sora latching onto you]

[reflecktion.livejournal.com]

[taking the sobbing boy into his arms, cradling him close. he's whispering soothing words into his ear, swaying back and forth just a little]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[fists his hands in Riku's shirt, pressing against him]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[not again. If he had a heart, this would be the part where he feels really bad for not being able to protect him from stuff like this. Regardless, there's a twinge of anger at himself.]

Shit. Sora?

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[scrambling back oh so fast, breathing quickly, panicked]

G-go away!

[wishes he had his dragon, but it keeps wandering off to go play with the others and he hasn't seen it all day]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Whoa, calm down. It's me, remember? The Axel who gave you the dragon?

[ugh, he should really think up some way of identifying himself to this one.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[still breathing shakily but he's stopped running]

A-Axel?

[hiding his empty eye sockets, trembling]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[walks closer to him, kneeling down to his level.]

It's okay. I already saw what happened to you. Any clue who it was?

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

N-no.

[shakes his head, reaching out for the other- he just likes to know where people are]

No...

[swallows]

I t-take them out at night, because they hurt if I don't.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[hiding his face]

H-hi.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

N-nothin', just....tired.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

Not n'less you can make eyes grow again and make people just leave me alone.

[shivers and curls up as best as he can]