kingdomdressing | all these sailors.

[oh good, just the Roxas he wanted to ~~punch in the gut~~ see.]

Maybe you're just lame.

[ is that a tiny smirk? i think it is. ]

Not as lame as chihuahua-Seifer.

[crosses arms.]

Uh huh. That stopped being clever the first time, tiny.

[ glares. ]

You're lucky that Hayner was there to save you from being squashed.

[ not for serious, but what Seifer doesn't know can't hurt him. ]

[scoffs, rolls his eyes.]

You're lucky I didn't have hands to punch you in the face with.

[--not knowing about those Keyblades might hurt him eventually.]

Oh yeah? I bet you couldn't do anything without your lackeys around.

[ isn't digging his own grave here, no way. ]

Ha. I don't see them around, do you? You wanna go, little man?

[ --! ]

[ well... ]

Fine! I'll just beat you again!

Again? Roxas, Roxas, Roxas... You must come from a world where being delusional is okay.

[ even twi-lite roxas has a breaking point, and this? this is it. ]

[ this is also roxas kicking you in the kneecap. ]

[oh snap son, you did not just do that. this is Seifer barely wincing because how could he stoop to show pain in front of Roxas, really.]

Man, little guy, I didn't think you were tall enough to hit me in the knees.

[and this is Seifer pushing you back, and approaching with a fist swinging into your stomach.]

[ oww. i hope that didn't rupture anything-- ]

Ch-cheap shot!

[ he lashes out blindly -- clearly namine erased all of his fighting skills along with his cold demeanor -- and ~~dodge~~ rolls over and away from the couch. ]

Kicked me in the kneecaps, shrimpy--

[that's a hastily stifled noise of pain as Roxas' blind thrashing hits him in the neck-- how did that angle even happen-- and then he follows.

cracking his knuckles. because it's entirely necessary.]

C'mon, little Roxas, don't tell me all of you guys are hopeless wimps.

[ no, he's just trying to not get backed into the couch. ]

[ he opts out of the banter this time and darts forward, aiming a punch at seifer's face. there's a fifty percent chance that it'll connect. ]

[but the banter is Seifer's second favorite part--oh shit, this Roxas is faster than the one back home. he dodges, but still gets clipped on the cheek, which is more annoying than really damaging.]

[and therefore, it merits Seifer grabbing Roxas by the wrist, and jerking his leg up to knee Roxas in the chest.]

[ and roxas gets the breath knocked out of him. again. ]

[ thankfully his trusty keybearer instincts kick in, and he twists free. ]

[ but apparently the keyblade hs other ideas about roxas's fistfighting capabilities, and it snaps into existence with a flare of light. ]

[ ...hey, seifer? y'might wanna dodge that heavy metal weapon going for your ribs. ]

[oh good, that was successful.]

[...wait, what the fuck is that thing--]

[ouch.]

P-playing with toys now?

[going to just punch you in the head. if his ribs being in considerable pain from that metal thing doesn't mess him up.]

[ oh. shit. ]

[ he staggers back, aaaand-- ]

[ well, wouldja look at that. he's out like a light. ]

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