That's all they are, faces and open mouths and shame, shame, shame.
(Not that he ain't the same, ya know, but ya know)
"I am absolutely in-fucking-adoration with you." and he laughs it out likes it's a sin
(It's a sin because ya don't got a soul, honey, now open your mouth wide and say 'Mmmm')
Roxas shakes his head at him and doesn't ask how a Nobody could love, because Nobodies don't have much common sense, either- it's all myst, myst as in mystical, smoke and mirrors, too. Cracked and half-done, but oh well, you can't beat the beaten anymore then you can out-exist the existing.
He cracks open a bottle of grinning and feels his mouth stretch wider then it should, to his ears and a little past so that the red of his hair is actually his face bleeding, so soon enough he'll be a big red mass on top of a big black coat.
"Sounds like…" He tries to come up with a word for 'infinity'.
"Warped snowman?" Roxas offers, a little bit of Somebody showing in him.
"Yeah."
All they are, that's it. Warped snowmen.
"He snickers"
The open mouths, he can't help but like them. They take the part of him that's a man ("How in the hell do we retain our gender? Ain't it supposed to be some hunkey-dory shit that is opposite? Like light and dark, but Somebody and Nobody?"), accept it so willingly so, by the time it's done, it's like it's all gone.
Roxas opens his mouth and he tries not to think about what he was thinking about but snickers again.
He really can't help himself.
Beat one of the heart drum and Roxas' mouth is shut and glaring at him, telling him that, yes, he wants his boots back, he thought it was polite to take off shoes and such in the house of a God.
He grins, thinks of the sluts down-under (snickers), and tells Hades that they were kinda looking for spikey brown-haired kid, yay-high, looks kinda like the dude glaring at him over there. Yeah. No dice? Mkay, we'll have to uh… erase you. Yeah.
Dark portal and he feels like he's been pulled around, the world spinning 'round and 'round and 'round till he falls off and gets sick.
('Course, he doesn't look anything like it, all grins and teeth and triangular momentum)
Beat two, "I really do give a shit about you."
Roxas continues reading about the Genie and whatever the hell the guy does besides granting wishes and what he can or can not do.
("remember, buddy, they cant bring back the dead")
Roxas looks over him, contemplative, then laughs in his face. They're not really dead. So, technically, they can be brought back.
A shining bit of optimism in such a dreary place.
(Oh Mister sun, sun, mister golden sun…)
Beat three, and that's a beat two many.
An open mouth, shame shame shame, but a kinda different shame.
Oh woe, oh woe, oh Ro-me-o.
"I am in absolute-fucking-adoration with you."
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