baby i swear it's deja vu.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

--oi!

[sighs, picking himself up and placing the chair that was in his way to the other side of the gym. and now he's trying out a few of his gadgets. ... like his foot rockets. he's adjusting his collar while he goes.]

Comments

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

Not directly, Hips. But I know of you.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[... wait, what? but the only person who knows about that would be Citadel. ... or someone who broke in, but that guy looks like Axel and also only his Axel knows who he is but-- he stumbles back, quickly.]

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

[arches an eyebrow at the stumbling]

I'm not going to hurt you, sugar.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[... stiffly stands, looking at attention to run away or fight.]

... okay, the Axel I know wouldn't wear lingerie, but you talk just like him and it's really creeping me out and no one but him calls me Hips.

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

Except a certain blond with a taste for needles.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

I told him specifically to not call me Hips. It's k--

[his heart skips a beat.]

... he told you?

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

[points to the tag hanging from his collar]

Actually, I can read. I saw him make that for you.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[he's straining to try and see it, totally pouting.]

I told him not to write that...

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

At least you're not named after food?

[spyied.livejournal.com]

... who is?

[completely oblivious blonde is a go.]

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

[bites his lip, making a face before pointing to himself]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[... he smiles, and shakes his head.]

Hey, it means you're tasty! At least you weren't named after a mission where you had to bellydance.

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

I don't think I really taste like pancakes. Unless you care to find out~?

[he's clearly teasing, a smile dancing on his lips]

You belly dance, huh?

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[the way he blushes, he's way too shy to find out anyway.]

Uh... yeah. For missions where I have to.

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

Must have been one hell of a mission.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[cough, blush.]

Y... yeah. A little.

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

[walks over to the blond, fingertips brushing over the tag. it's hardly a threatening gesture, more one fueled by curiosity]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[but he stiffens anyway, looking at him curiously with bright blue eyes.]

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

Relax, sugar. Really have no intention of hurting you. I'm merely curious about the boyfriend that has stolen a certain someone's attention.

[appraises the youth with emerald green eyes, tilting his head like he's trying to figure out a tricky math problem]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

I-I'm nothing special.

[it's something he quickly stammers out, blushing and looking away under his gaze. he's normally jumpy.]

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

You must be to have earned this.

[toys with the tag a bit more, a remorseful look on his face]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[swallows a little.]

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

[trails a finger along his jaw, still staring at him intently]

The Cheshire failed to mention how pretty your eyes are.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[--the Cheshire? ... the riddle! Fire, Water and Oxygen!]

--... thanks. I have to go to Roxas now.

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

[steps back, shrugging a bare shoulder]

If you wish. It's probably for the best, I suppose. You two should talk.