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[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you lamers had your fun and all, but did you really have to bring it up here, too?

[someone doesn't look too happy. not even the balconies were safe from the go-kart menace, and here's Seifer, cleaning up the only good hangout he's got. what a drag.]

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[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Look around, runt, no one's up here.

[not anymore, at least. it's a wonder he got any sleep at all during the week.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Whatever you say.

[he's beaming now, going back to raking almost merrily. it's that sort of 'i know something you don't knooow!' demeanor.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[Seifer's just giving him a look. that kid is out of his mind.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[just might be laughing.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Weirdo.

[yeah, he's polishing some tracks off the benches, now.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[when he looks up, there are two very large and curious eyes in his face.]

You sure you'd pass?

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[DON'T DO THAT. nearly pops Sora in the face.]

What am I, gay?!

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

You could be.

[baaacks up, rocking on his heels.]

You don't have to be straight to be a badass.

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Who cares about image? You think a prick in my mouth turns me on?

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

It turns me on.

[... did he just say that?]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Everyone knows that one already.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

What about you, huh? What's so different between a girl's mouth and a guy's mouth?

[he's determined, trying not to smile or frown.]

I mean I've heard of plenty guys who like doing girls in the butt, so how is that any different from a guy?

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

'cause it's not a girl?

[pauses, tossing that old rag of his from hand to hand.]

What's with this conversation?

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[huffs. so stubborn, you are.]

I'm just trying to see how much of a hard-ass you are.

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

And if you're trying to get my ass, then no thanks.

[Seifer's not stupid; this just isn't his realm of expertise.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Why not? I don't just like you because of that, you know.

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Because I don't want anything going up there?

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Who said I had to top?

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[... okay, he's having an aneurysm.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[just huffs. he'll wait.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

... hey, are you coming onto me, pipsqueak? 'cause I'll beat your ass.

[he seems serious about it, too.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Go ahead. I dare you.

[stares him down.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[not only are those fighting words, but that's Seifer's fist socking him in the kidneys.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[and there goes his breath and footing, making him crumble and choke with pain. almost on instinct, like a living sidekick, his keyblade appears at hand, and he glares up at Seifer.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[so much for that follow-up kick--]

--what the fuck!