plastic stars in our private galaxy;

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

[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]

Comments

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

It's fine. Now you better rinse off.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

[wipes the hair out of the other's face with a grin]

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

[laughs out right, hugging him close]

Hi Roxas.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

I missed you lots and lots too.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

We should get finished and get dry.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

I think we've got it. Lets get dry.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

[rubs at his hair]

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

Of course I can. I wouldn't want to leave you here alone.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

Really really really.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

I'm glad too.

[ruffles the other's hair]

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

[h-hurries to cover himself up as he follows the other]

Okay.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah. This really is a dressing room, huh?

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

Well, the best bet is to find pajamas. I don't know what time it is, but it feels like bedtime.