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one, two, three, four.

[curled up on a couch somewhere, headphones on and eyes closed, his electronic bff nowhere to be seen. instead he's jammin' to his old-fashioned portable cd-player.]

Sorry I'm not home right now
I'm walking into spiderwebs
So leave a message and I'll call you back
A likely story, but leave a message...

[...for someone who claims to like music so much, this Roxas sure does have a crappy singing voice.]

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[too late.]

Nice chick music.

Nice chick hair.

[oh yeah, his comebacks just get better and better.]

Yep, they love it.

[smirksmirk.]

Do they love the lice growing in it?

[fiddles with the headphones, trying to get them properly readjusted. goddamn Riku and his oversized skull.]

[proceeds to irritate him further by unplugging his headphones from the CD player. he takes a few steps back, turning it over in his hands.]

Haven't seen one of these in forever.

[irritated he is, uncurling from his scruched-up position on the couch and standing up with a scowl.]

Earbuds chafe.

[sets them around his neck.]

They make my ears ache.

--which is exactly why I need those back.

[sees what you're doing and intervenes, crossing the short distance between and tugging hard on the headphones' cord.]

[stumbles forwards.]

Hey--!

[--and grabs the speakers, trying to pull them off of Riku's head. that hair is kind of getting in the way, though.]

[ope, now it's caught on a lock of hair.]

Stop pulling it's stuck, asshole!

[so he'll just pull harder, then, hoping to rip it right out.]

[two strong hands grip his wrists.]

I'll break both your arms and then you won't be doing any pulling for a long time.

[eases up, but doesn't let go of the headphones.]

How about I just kick you and end this conversation?

How about you stop acting like it's going to break your spine just to untangle my hair from your headphones.

[growl.]

Or you could just, I don't know, do it yourself.

Then I get to crush your headphones when I get them off. Or you could gently help me out and you get to keep them.

You'll have to let go of my hands first.

I don't trust you.

[cold glare.]

So you're going to hold my wrists for the rest of my life? That's a little drastic.

You could try convincing me.

[their predicament was probably a curious, if not embarassing, sight.]

That's what I'm trying to do, dumbass.

[Roxas's 'tude probably isn't helping any.]

Gee, I trust you already. I think I'll add you to my will or maybe donate a kidney in your name. Want my social security number while we're at it?

Why would I bother? Your identity isn't worth stealing.

Oh yeah, I trust you now, twinkle toes.

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nice =/= nick AT LEAST IT WAS A RHYMING TYPO

would you like some iced tea as an award

can you pour it over my head, my a/c is spazzing

cold showers are less sticky

brb going to follow your advice

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i took my own advice and took a shower too

i walked to the library after mine. B| funtimes

our library is like seven miles away, i ain't walking to that. 8|

pfft. you live in the boondocks or something. 8|

more like the safe-bubble town of Valencia, California.

b'awww. :') i prefer my big-city life.

i'm a wussy marshmallow child. :'(

i'm not. the suburbs cannot crush my spirit. :Db

i'm gonna die when the real world knocks on my door.

...this conversation is making me feel so worldly.

does going to japan for 9 days on my own make me worldly.

it makes you japanly?

counts for something!

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