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*

Comments

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Nope. Little yellow birds in abundance, though.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

You mean the chocobos?! You can't hurt those either!

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Picky, picky.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I'm not picky! You just shouldn't have your jollies by hurting defenseless things!

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you're right.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

... you just said that I'm right.

*is in shock! and cannot believe this is happening!*

Say it again!

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Say that you're right because you're much more fun to mess with than those chocobo things?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*and that drops his mood all the way back down again, and he gives you a furious glare*

You asshole!

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[just as planned.]

It's true.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I already know it's true that you're an ass!

*and he turns to go get his water and medicine and leave*

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[he just laughs but doesn't do anything to prevent Ri from leaving. Well, that was fun.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he doesn't say anything but gives another glare as he shoves past you and towards the safety of his room*