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

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

[now it's Roxas's turn to roll his eyes.]

I already told you, I'm not into guys.

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

I get it, tits are more your style.

[drops onto the couch, lounging.]

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

[tries not to wince. that was his cd player you just sat on.]

Can you stop abusing my stuff?

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

[blinks and reaches beneath him, pulling it out.]

Oops.

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

[takes it without comment and plops down on a nearby coffee table.]

I hope your fat ass didn't break anything...

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

You need to embrace technology and get an mp3 player.

[checking his hair for knots again.]