plastic stars in our private galaxy;

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[blinks  once. Blinks twice. Looks down at his tattered clothing, but there doesn't seem to be anything but scars left]

I thought I was dead. I mean, I was stabbed and burned and- where's Roxas?

[from trained's universe. He's a doll who has a fear of Axels and a love for Roxas]

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[smiles at his eagerness, removing his shirt. There are burn marks and bruises and where he was stabbed is a scar, but he seems to be fine]

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[pauses, looking over himself]

No need to apologize. It isn't your fault.

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There wasn't much any of us could do. Axel owned us, right?

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

I don't blame you.

[hugs him close, kissing his forehead]

Come on now.

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[moves over to the water, removing the last of his clothing without any hesitation and plopping right in]

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[blink blink. He laughs and splashes him]

G-o-t you too.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

You did. But now I'm going to have to tickle you.

[tickle tickle]

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Hee, got you~

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Yeah, you got me.

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I'll wash your hair for you.

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Sure you can.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

Okay, I trust you.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

Should be fine.