∞ that signature thing is only growing harrowing

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[spins a pair of chakrams easily as he walks, black gloves reflecting the light as his hands shift up and down, fingers twining through the bars of the weapons.]

These things are fucking useless.

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[lastoption.livejournal.com]

And they're heavy, too. Whoever invented these things was on some pretty fucking awesome crack.

[bloodiedsun.livejournal.com]

[Scoffs, enjoying the opinion with much relish. He'd not gotten the chance to mingle with others who wore 'his' face; so this was new.]

I believe you.
Me? I prefer something lighter, more aerodynamic and easily disposable.

[Cocks his head, scoping out and sizing up the weapons. Possibly the owner to. Never can be too distrusting of the wacky neighbors~.]

....And with a hell of a lot less of the 'Caped Crusader' feel.
Those things look like they come included with a catch-phrase and spandex leotard.

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

Then I'll just have to give them to my dear friend Roxas, won't I? I'm sure he loves parading around in skin-tight leotards.

[bloodiedsun.livejournal.com]

Kid's got odd hobbies.

[Grimaces]

Not the most comfortable way to pass the time, I'm sure...

[Trying very hard not to, actually. He doesn't mind the whole mind-fuckery deal thanks to the business of everyone else's multiples, but when it came to Roxas... Some things were simply so far beyond disturbing, that they weren't salvageable.]

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

It's not like he'd be wearing it for very long, anyway.

[sees his discomfort and loves every minute of it.]

[bloodiedsun.livejournal.com]

[It doesn't take a rocket scientist to deduce the meaning therein the above retort.]

I retract my statement then.
Have fun with that...

[Flicks a wave his way, heading off.]

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

I always do.

[continues on his merry chakram-wielding way.]