ask a question.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[he's inspecting the label on a long-necked bottle of vodka. he leans back against the kitchen counter when he speaks up--]

Am I a disgusting person?

[those hadn't been his exact words, but Roxas is sure it was what he had meant.]

Comments

[stolensky.livejournal.com]

[... raises an eyebrow.]

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[his eyes flick up as he begins to twist off the cap.]

... hm?

[stolensky.livejournal.com]

[he gives a little shrug.]

You don't seem to be.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

Someone seems to think so, so others might hold the same opinion.

[stolensky.livejournal.com]

Different people perceive differently.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

So what does that make him? The bad person for thinking that?

[stolensky.livejournal.com]

[shakes head.]

No. Just different from how you see yourself.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

I don't know how I see myself, so I guess it would be considered different.

[he turns to search for a glass.]

[regularslackoff.livejournal.com]

Only if you don't drink that.

All of it.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[sighs through his nose.]

And why, if I may ask, would you want me drunk off my ass?

[regularslackoff.livejournal.com]

Who doesn't want to be drunk?

[donttouchher.livejournal.com]

...why would you think that?