one, two, three, four.

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

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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.

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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.]

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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.]

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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.]

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

[letting go...]

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

[takes two steps back. being so close to Riku makes him feel short.]

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

[sigh. okay. everyone is calm and collected now.]

Where is it caught?

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

[all that fumbling around earlier got it tangled up good.]

Looks like most of the bottom half of your shimmering silver locks.

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

Wonderful. Really wonderful.

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

Do you want me to help you get it out or not.

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

... Please.

[was that Riku being polite?]

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

[the only acknowledgement Roxas gives is to step back to the other's side. he threads his fingers through Riku's hair, trying not to be overly rough when he pulls apart those tangles.]

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[and he stands still, wincing when it hurts but he doesn't make a sound.]

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

[well, that's one speaker out of the way. he circles around the back, untangling knots where he sees them and freeing the plastic headpiece.]

[--ope. there goes a chunk of silver hair.]

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

The fuck-!

[a hand smacks to the back of his head.]