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]

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.