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.]

Comments

[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.]

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

It wasn't on purpose! Stop acting like everyone's out to get you!

[he snarls, pulling much harder than neccessary at the next knot.]

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

[... well that effectively shuts him up.]

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

[he fumes silently for the next few minutes. eventually he works the second speaker out of Riku's hair and pulls the whole thing over and off of the other teen's head.]

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

... How would you know that?

[his voice is surprisingly soft.]

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

I'm observant. Is that a crime?

[unconciously copycats Riku's earlier words. he's not paying much attention to the conversation, too busy checking his headphones for any stray hairs.]

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

Might be if you watch too closely. So what have you figured out about me, since I'm such an easy puzzle to put together.

[runs a hand through his tangled hair.]

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

You're a control freak, you don't know how to start a conversation without attacking someone else, and like I said before, you act like the world's out to get you.

[as an afterthought:]

I doubt that you have any friends.

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

[scrutinizing stare.]

... hit the nail on the head with that one. As for the friends part, I choose not to make them.

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

Congratulations, no will care when you die.

[monotone.]

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

Is that supposed to inspire me to make friends?

[skeptical stare.]

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

I don't make inspirational speeches.

[he doesn't make friends, either, but that's private information.]

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

You don't seem like a people person either, blondie.

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

[shifts, scuffs his foot on the floor.]

Maybe. Maybe not.

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

See, I can read people too.

[smirking.]

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

If that's all you've got on me...

[offers a smirk of his own.]

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

Oh, suck a cock.

[he loses first, his almost playful expression becoming a glare again.]

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

Maybe I should've added gayer than Michael Jackson into my analysis.

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

[rolling his eyes now.]

You've got a problem with that? And let me let you in on a little secret, I wasn't joking when I said 'If it moves'.

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

[makes a point of standing very, very still.]

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

Don't get your hopes up.

[pinches the bridge of his nose.]