I continue down the road by myself.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

Of all the people who I wish could see me so mellowed out right now,

it's gotta be the one that left a long, long time ago.

I don't think I've ever been so kill-sober in my life.

[and with that, he takes a long drag on his cigarette.]

Comments

[yieldingly.livejournal.com]

[head cocks to the side, still missing his wings though the scars on his wrists are still there, bright and angry]

What do you mean?

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[blows smoke at his face.]

Nothing a stranger would understand.

GET BACK TO AIM, HO [whipcrack]

[yieldingly.livejournal.com]

[...c-coughs, eyes burning as he backpedals quickly, already wheezing]

W-what is that---

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

Tobacco.

[smirks.]

And god knows how many other unsafe chemicals.

[yieldingly.livejournal.com]

[yeah hi is on his knees, holding his throat]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

You're not gonna die, are you?

[steps forward and taps the toe of his boot against the other's chest.]

just =/= juts

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[o hay, has a bowl of cookie dough in his hands, wobbling over and smiling -- at least attempting it]

...H....here? Maybe it'll make you feel better..?

[annnd Roxas might notice that he's staring with mis-matched eyes at a spot just beyond Roxas' head, and his clothes don't match at all]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[it's.. absolutely adorable.]

Tch, don't go out of your way for some worthless sod like me.

[he kneels down anyways-- he's pretty damn tall-- and swipes up a finger full of sugary goo to taste.]

You're right though, sugar does make a lot better.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[fjklsj well he's pretty sure he just looks lame]

What? He..hey! Don't say that!

[frowns at him, but feels the bowl move just a bit from the push of the finger in it, and smiles]

Yeah....was havin' a bad day so I tried to make some. ...It tastes okay, right?

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

It tastes fine.

[sucks on his finger a little, then swipes some up to press it to Sora's lips.]

See?

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[flinches at the touch, eyes going wide as he draws back instinctively, eyes flicking from side to side like he could see what had touched him. A moment later, he relaxes, flushing with embarrassment]

S-sorry. Usually people touch me to hurt me.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

I.. had a delicate Sora as a boyfriend. I made it a point to risk my life to protect him from the assholes here.

[offers the finger out again.]

I won't hurt you.

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

[just sits down by him. Maybe pulling out a cigarette of her own]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[eyes her, then turns his eyes back to the DR as a while, puffing away.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[eyes him for a moment, not seeming to mind the smoke.]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[returns the gaze, but then goes back to smoking.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head after a minute.]

No gum?

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

Gum doesn't calm you down.

[blows out smoke.]

Just hurts your jaw.

/fails

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[small sniff of the smoke, but he shrugs.]

Not so sure smoking helps, but it might be how he was so mellow.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

"He"?

[inclines his head, expecting a story.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

So you've lost somebody you loved?

[Pay no mind to this Sora bringing on an idle conversation. Oh, sorry if he gets a little blood on you; too many cuts and a bleeding head can do that to you. He doesn't really know where the hell a nearby clinic would be, or even a band-aid.]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

He kind off fell of the face of this place somewhere along the line. I'm sure he's happy at home forgetting about his killer mirror-boyfriend.

[smirks, blowing smoke.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Coughs, waving his hand in front of him to clear the smoke.]

I don't understand.

[Eyebrows knit together in confusion.]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

You a newbie?

[eyes him with pale, unfeeling eyes. they're a lot less radiant than they used to be.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

I-I guess you can call me that.

[--And he's squirming under that look, his fingers fidgeting with a piece of his bloody shirt.]

But someone told me that this is a dressing room and something about clones...

[Crystal blue eyes are glancing from the floor to stare right back.]