http://rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] kingdomdressing2008-07-10 01:15 am
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Can't Resist An Air Guitarist

[Pay no attention to this Mullet Head dancing around in the hallway. Lip-syncing and air guitaring like there is no tomorrow. Having on a set of heavy headphones that devour his ears plus half the side of his face, gripping tightly to a deep blue iPod currently blasting one of his favorite songs, he couldn't resist breaking out in to a dance for. He had no idea who's iPod it was, but he found it lying there abandoned in the Arcade. It's not really stealing if he only uses it for a little bit and puts it right back where he found it....Right? Right.]

The bass, the rock
The mic, the treble
I like my coffee black
Just like my metal

The bass, the rock
The mic, the treble
I like my coffee black
Just like my metal

I can't wait for you to shut me up
In a minute, minute
In a fuckin' minute


[Oh how he craved for Mindless Self Indulgence~]

[identity profile] bloodiedsun.livejournal.com 2008-07-10 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
Dem, has anyone mentioned that you're a little too trusting...?

[Another yank Demyx is practically bumping his chin against Axel's shoulder.]

Letting me lead you to my heart's content.
I could be up to no good, you know.

[identity profile] bloodiedsun.livejournal.com 2008-07-10 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
[The methodically purposeful way Axel's face is turned to glance over one shoulder is almost eerie in the elaboration undertaken with each slowly stolen inch. You can almost pin-point the instant that Cheshire grin bursts to life across the contours of Axel's face like a gunshot wound; before wrapping around that long and drawn out syllable.]

"Ohh~?"

Says the one whose hands are on -me-.

[identity profile] bloodiedsun.livejournal.com 2008-07-10 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
Tch. I don't know if I really believe you.
And here my intentions were pure as the fallen snow.

[The kitchen wasn't far behind them, and Axel had owed the other a meal of sorts. But that all had changed now, if the way he apathetically tosses the useless equipment into a chair behind him while advancing upon his son to be cornered friend. There is a small come hither flick of his hand therein Axel's procession forward, but he put little stock in being so lucky.]

I think you need to apologize a little more.