sleep deprived.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[his face is hidden by the shelter of his arms, but it's obvious he's sleeping. and at the kitchen table of all places.]

[ooc: mild adult content. it's not that bad, you wussies.]

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[thievingly.livejournal.com]

Roxas, I meant you act like you're all alone. But I'm here if you need to, I don't know, vent?

[tilts his head.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

Oh..

[y-yeah he's blushing now.]

Well I already said what I wanted to say, so there's no reason to repeat myself every time it happens.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[footsteps indicate he's coming closer. a hand touches his arm.]

Why? Would you want to have sex with me?

[aahn.livejournal.com]

[tugs his arm away like fire's just touched him. for a kid who jizzes his pants all the time, he's really sensitive on the subject of intercourse.]

No! I mean-- I don't know, I don't want to talk about this.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

I'm just curious...

[doesn't touch him again, though.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

It'd be pretty desperate and weird to have sex with myself, right..?

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

... not really, no. It seems like a trend around here.

[inches his hands into the front pockets of his own jeans.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I don't think it's a good idea.

[only because deep down he's a pussy.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

That's alright, it's your decision after all.

[he's not the virgin here.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

God, what would my little brother think..

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

You have a little brother?

[aahn.livejournal.com]

Y-yeah. He's here.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

Lucky. I was an only child.

[smile.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

Not lucky. I only wish he wasn't born because he has to go through the same shit I do, and he's extremely sensitive about it.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

More than you are?

[aahn.livejournal.com]

He cries.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[sighs and shakes his head a little, but his eyes hold humor.]

Little brothers.

[aahn.livejournal.com]

It's not funny. It's miserable.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

You need to cheer up. I'm still smiling and I'll never be able to place roses in my Persian Vase.

[ah, thieves.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

Oh boo hoo.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

I suppose if I don't fully understand your predicament, you don't need to understand mine.

[grabs him by the chin, shaking his head a little before backing off.]

[aahn.livejournal.com]

I'm sure watching a broken little boy cry over his disorder is much more disheartening than you being able to put flowers in an ugly vase that isn't yours.

But maybe you have no heart like some of the other people I've met in here.

[shoves him hard as he's backing off, nose wrinkled in a frown.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[watches him carefully.]

... I guess that's up for you to judge.

[aahn.livejournal.com]

Like hell I'd let someone like you touch me sexually.

[huffs with disgust. he almost forgot who this kid was. he's storming off into his room now.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[and he lets him, sighing when he shuts the door.]

... I guess that's just the way it has to be.

[he turns, heading back for the kitchen.]