one, two, three, four.

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

[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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brb going to follow your advice

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

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

Earbuds chafe.

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

[sets them around his neck.]

They make my ears ache.

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

--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.]

i took my own advice and took a shower too

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

[stumbles forwards.]

Hey--!

i walked to the library after mine. B| funtimes

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

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

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

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

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

Stop pulling it's stuck, asshole!

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

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

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

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

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

[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.

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

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

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

How about I just kick you and end this conversation?

i'm a wussy marshmallow child. :'(

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

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

[growl.]

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

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

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

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

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

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.

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

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

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

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

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

I don't trust you.

[cold glare.]

it makes you japanly?

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

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

counts for something!

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

You could try convincing me.

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

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

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

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

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

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?

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

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

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, I trust you now, twinkle toes.

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

Trust is a two-way street.

[lets Riku take that how he will.]

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

Well? Are you on it?

[kinda hard to trust a hostile teenager with your wrists locked in his hands.]

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

No. Ask me again after you've stopped manhandling me.

[struggles half-heartedly for a few seconds to emphasize the situation. y'know, just in case Riku forgot.]

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

[lightens his grip.]

Promise not to yank back?

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

Cross my heart and hope to die.

[deadpan.]