old friends.

[sniperism.livejournal.com]

.. Heh, when did you show up? And yeah, I know it's you.

You're wearing the other ribbon.

[Kick him.]
[Smack him.]
[Sigh.]
[Greet.]

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[ancientmemories.livejournal.com]

[ Greet ]

Just now, actually.

You know, I haven't seen you for the longest time. How're you?

[ Converse ]
[ Lie ]
[ Tease ]

[sniperism.livejournal.com]

[Invisible fourth option: Converse & Tease.]

Oh, fine. I've been having the greatest time here.

Which equals to boring, all those other versions of us going around. Y'see, there's just this thing with the whole crew that makes me wanna laugh. Sometimes pull the trigger, or steal Shera's tea.

No Mr. I'm-Gonna-Make-You-Explode today? He seemed like he was gonna ask you something, last time I saw the bastard.

[Converse.]
[Explain.]
[Tease.]

[rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com]

[Huge grin.]

That's what your mom said last night.

[sniperism.livejournal.com]

Jesus, you said something smart for once!

[ Knows it's not his Demyx, but anyway. ]

Never knew you were into Necrophilia, kid. Kinky, huh?

[rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com]

....I am smart.

[Flailing his arms, the dirty blonde shook his head.]

N-NO!
I'm not, God it was a joke!

[Yeah, reaaaal smooth Dem.]

[sniperism.livejournal.com]

It's a long story.

[ And he smirks! ]

Yeah? Y'sounded pretty proud of doing my mom, and I know proud.

[rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com]

[Ruffles his hair.]

I was joking, joooooking.
Got it memorized?

[No offense to Axel of course.]

I would never actually 'do' someone's mom, that just disgusting and low.

[Shudders at the thought.]

[sniperism.livejournal.com]

[ And immediately smacks Demyx's hand away. Hard. ]

Oh, so you're saying my mom's dirt? Now that's taking it far.

[ Hello, wordplay. Secretly laughing inside, of course. ]

[rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com]

Ow!

[Rubs his hand while he tried to hide his embarrassment that was clearly glowing on his face.]

N-NO! Wait..I mean, I'm sure she's a nice lady but I wouldn't-stop it!

[Ugh! His head was hurting and now his words were being twisted around.]

[sniperism.livejournal.com]

[ Right, not just inside now. He was laughing outside! ]

So, what's your story?

[rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com]

[Oh joy....]

H-Hey, that's not funny!

[Pursing his lips, Demyx crossed his arms.]

What do you mean?
I'm just your average guy who got himself stuck in an alternate dimension.

[Smiles.]

[sniperism.livejournal.com]

Story, y'know. Did you lose a heart, start working under Xemnas, or just a regular guy working in a Burger King joint?

[ Speaking of joint, excuse him as he takes out a cigarette and a lighter. ]

[rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com]

[Does not want man. He pursed his lips from the foul scent he knew was going to be wafting in the air in a few seconds from that cancer stick.]

It was Starbucks, thank you very much.

[Laughs.]

[sniperism.livejournal.com]

[ And he lights it. Inhales, enjoying, and exhales through his nostrils. Ah. ]

Fine, coffee shop. Same thing.

[ And a slight smirk. ]

[rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com]

[Coughing, he waved his hand in front of him to make the smoke go in a different direction.]

No it's not, McDonald's sucks and it's a fast food place.

Starbucks is pricey and has the most amazing coffee in the world.
Plus you can call the manager Mansex.
[Shrugs with a goofy grin.]

[sniperism.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I get away with that all time time, kid.

[ Hehehe, wasn't he trying to be funny. ]

Been there only once with a few people. I like 'em hot.

[rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com]

I'm not a kid.

[Sticks it tongue out before rolling his eyes.]

It's a cool place.

[Blinks, corking an eyebrow a little shorthanded at the end of the other's little 'joke'.]

What?

[sniperism.livejournal.com]

You're a kid compared to me.

[ Joke? Only half of it was, really. He waves a hand before taking another puff. ]

Nothin', nothin'. I just know a girl who liked the Vanilla.

Can y'make them here?

[rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com]

Aw, you don't seem that old.

[Smiles.]

Well if they have an expresso machine and some of the ingredients in the kitchen, then yeah.

[Shrugs. He never really ventured in to the kitchen anymore, even if he wanted to look. Not the best experiences in the kitchens here...]

[sniperism.livejournal.com]

[ Oh god, he just sounded like someone. He laughs inside. ]

Mind making me a mid-sized one, when there's the ingredients? Not like there's a store here around, or anything.

[rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com]

Sure think, free of charge. But just this once of course.

[Waves the smoke away again, wrinkling his nose.]

Well, you never know in this place. They have bumper cars here, I'm pretty sure they might have some.