god damn me

[sorakick.livejournal.com]

[here comes this mummy with bandages all down his arms and legs, over his torso and the bridge of his nose. if you look closely, you can see the blood beginning to show on the more tender parts of his wounds, all stitched and aching. his voice is completely shot, and he's limping so slowly to the kitchen.]

{ooc; got into a fight with interrogatingly}

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[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[on his way to find someone, he turns down the hall and glances up to acknowledge the stranger, be polite and all that. unfortunately, he doesn't expect said stranger to look like he just volunteered to be a punching bag. Roxas blinks, mouth dropping open a little]

..W-Whoa. ...Are you okay?

[sorakick.livejournal.com]

[he opens his mouth to reply, but his word comes out as a hissed whisper, voice cracking. with an embarrassed flush that just barely shows beneath the bandages on his face, he turns away quickly and starts to walk a little faster, despite how much it hurts.]

[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[Roxas doesn't know this guy...or anybody, really, but that doesn't mean that he's not still concerned. he follows after Sora, reaching out a little, but not to touch him.]

H-Hey, wait a second. I'm-- I'm not going to, uh...judge you or anything. I just want to know if you need some help--

[but he cuts himself off. Duh, Roxas. If he's in a hurry to get away from you, he probably doesn't want your help.]

[sorakick.livejournal.com]

[he's about to lash out at Roxas when he whips his body around, but of course he's not used to being injured this badly and smacks his side right into the wall because of the dizzyness, yelping something awful while his body topples to the floor.]

[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[jumps forward to try and catch him by his elbow as Sora starts to crunble, but he misses, wincing at the sound the brunette makes. slowly, he approaches until he's standing in front of him and holds out his hand]

...C'mon. You should probably sit down...somewhere other than here, where people will probably trip over or step on you.

[sorakick.livejournal.com]

[he's already crying, despite his pride being totally shot. his stitches are tugging at both ends of his flesh and he feels as if he's going to pass out or throw up from the dizzying pain. with a sickly groan and a shove of his shoulders, he was sliding himself up the wall on one foot, trying hard not to topple over again.]

I just.. want something.. to eat..

[he hisses angrily, wanting to wipe his eyes but knowing it'd hurt too much.]

never happened, don't know what you're talking about

[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[...so it's worse than it looks. not that it doesn't look terrible already. Roxas frowns sympathetically and shifts on his feet, his hand still extended just in case Sora decides to take it.]

I can help you to the kitchen. ...But if you don't think you can make it, I can bring something to you here. And then maybe after you eat, I'll find someone to take a look at all...that.

[ and he just..nods at Sora ]

[sorakick.livejournal.com]

[shudders where he stands, getting tired of balancing that half dead weight on one foot.]

Don't want help.. just- just food.

[sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth. he really is only a few steps out of that room. if Riku finds out he sneaked off, he'll get his ass beat even worse.]

[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[pulls his hand back, nodding a little. he nods, and then looks over his shoulder for a second before looking back down]

...Okay. I'll uh...hold on a second.

[and he turns, disappearing for a minute or two. when he comes back, he's got a plate in his hand with two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. he offers them quietly]

...I'm no cook, but it's food. And if you don't want help, you should at least sit down before you make things worse

[sorakick.livejournal.com]

[he makes a small hungry noise of appreciation as he bites into a sandwich, using it to silence himself as he slides slowly back down the wall and seats himself. it's painful, really painful, but it'll do.]

[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[takes a step back]

...You're sure you don't need any help?

[sorakick.livejournal.com]

M'fine.

[chows down, needing all the energy he can get from what the food has to offer.]

.. thanks.

[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[he nods once]

...No problem.

[...if he doesn't want help, there's nothing else he can do, so he turns walks away]

[sorakick.livejournal.com]

[he'd ask him to stay, but that'll just make him look weak and burden the blond with feeling uncomfortable. it's times like this he wished Olette was around to stroke his hair and baby him. he missed it badly.]

[sexingly.livejournal.com]

[fdslfkj eyes go wide]

H-hey, let me help you, okay?

[sorakick.livejournal.com]

[shoots him a dark, dark glare. that's the only answer he gets as he keeps ambling towards the kitchen.]

[sexingly.livejournal.com]

[ignores the glare]

If you're headed for the kitchen, I can get you what you need.

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

[spidey senses are tingling. aha, found you.]

Sora, where the hell do you think you're going?

[sorakick.livejournal.com]

[shit. visibly flinches at the voice.]

Food.

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

[a hand gently grabs him by the collar, halting him.]

Take a seat, I'll get you something.