At least there's no bumper cars

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*a certain replica might be making a pest of himself, rustling through cabinets and drawers looking for a bottle of Pepto Bismol -- yes, he managed to make himself sick gorging on candy yesterday*

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[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[watches lazily]

Yeah, too bad for you most of them lack the ability to care.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I'm aware of that, which is why I stay away from them. I don't need more of a headache than I already have.

*leans over to press his face against the cold counter top, waiting for the medicine to kick in*

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Too much yesterday?

[no, it wasn't hard to miss all the little kids flocking towards this particular replica]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*grunts a little*

Kids were fine. Candy is kicking my ass. And my stomach.

be back later. piano lessons ftw.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Didn't anyone teach you the fine art of not overindulging.

np catch ya later

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

What was I supposed to do, leave it there? It's candy.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

No, you could've left it there and let all other little munchkins' internal organs go through what yours is right now.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*makes an irritated noise*

There was plenty for everyone. And I like chocolate.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Death by chocolate sounds so G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

... I'm not a little kid. And I'm not a R-E-T-A-R-D like you.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

You said it, I didn't. Wasn't going to go so far as to call you a retard, but whatever floats your boat, kid.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*you're making his headache worse, and he glares at you some more*

You're making me remember why I fucking hate my brother-in-law. And I'm not a kid, I'm 18!

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[mission accomplished? Eh. Needs more entertainment. But at least you got his interest with the brother-in-law part.]

You're awfully little to be married.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he's gonna pop more medicine then, and find a nice place to lie down since this countertop isn't cold anymore*

... 'm not married. Sora's my boyfriend. Roxas and Axel are together. So Axel is my brother-in-law. It's sort of a joke.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Cute.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*maybe if he closes his eyes you'll magically go away*

No, it's not. Axel's a bastard. I don't even know what Roxas sees in him. I'd gut Axel in a second if everyone wouldn't get angry at me.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

That's the problem with having meaningful relationships.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

As long as I don't hear more stories about what Roxas, Axel, and Demyx get up to in the bedroom, I'd be a happier person. And I'd rather not walk in on them either.

*this one? has no sense of tact nor shame*

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

It's called knocking.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

It's called they shouldn't have sex in living rooms! I have to sit on that couch when we visit!

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Do they clean it at least?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*f-facepalm*

... I really hope so. Ugh. Now I'm gonna be thinking about it all day.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[is amused.]

Glad I could help~.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

You mean help make my headache worse!

*grumbles to himself and turns his back to you, feeling sulky*

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Might help if you stop whining about it.