Bargled Garbage
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Marluxia sits there with his little halo of white-out red matted to his tired face. He looks like a barely alive corpse, stealing whatever oxygen he can still inhale. His eyes are muggy and filled with ocean dirt, irises almost bursting at their seams with filth. Roxas idly fingers the hem of his impossibly high socks, ending just under his knobby and rug red knees that itched badly. He notes that the burn looks like kisses from Kairi, even though they should be sweet Namine's. The boy's mind is thick and slewing bargled garbage that makes near sense, but not quite. He tries to talk but it comes out wet and mangled as his mind wanders to the bare threads licking at his elbows, like little worms begging him to pluck them away. He settles for laying on them. They both sit there, wasting away on Marluxia's eight year old couch, bodies numb and unaffiliated by the world rushing outside that's amuck with things not so pleasant. Roxas is just thinking-and thinking,
-that this is wrong.
He shouldn't be here with this friend he barely knows or in a house he knows that's not his home. He shouldn't have gotten into a college party, he shouldn't have gotten shit-faced drunk and woke up in some grungy ally with some funky haired guy. And he certainly shouldn't have agreed to meet him after school on Thursdays.
There's a heavy sigh that comes from Marluxia's sticky mouth, making the blond boy to lift up his head at the ragged noise; thoughts sucked from his skull from some magical vaccum cleaner in the sky. Their eyes meet, sending electric shocks spasming down the boy's bony spine as he tries to recompose himself-shaking off Marluxia's needles and thorns.
There's a second of silence-staring and quivering silence that was shattered by the roar of some gas guzzling car zipping down the street. Marluxia bats his feathery eye lashes and sluggishly moves closer to the half conscious boy, large hands groping at Roxas' knee as he titters drunkenly; struggling to stand. The boy just watches as he lies on his back with his mouth open, sucking down dry quantities of gritty air with a great impression of a dead fish. He closes is mouth soon, seeing that Marluxia had no intention of getting up as his hands snake around his uncovered calves. Roxas frowns and pushes Marluxia back lightly with his limp sock covered feet. The male giggles and gently pushes Roxas back by his stomach, bold hands making Roxas snort. Finding entertainment for the moment, Roxas laughs stupidly pushes Marluxia a little harder this time.
-It's returned with the gnash of the male's tight mouth on his teeth. Roxas freaks out for a moment, hands and arms jerking before Marluxia pull's away, little sparks of guilt dancing in his eyes before he opens his pink rotten mouth to speak.
"So-"
This times Roxas shuts him up, keeping the words from coming out as he pulls the drug infested male back down on him, little boyish hands fisting in his hair.
"Shut up."
Crack for today.
It felt like a Roxas Marluxia day.