oo2 - A Failure to Thrive

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

[Have an L, appearing onto the scene as awkwardly as one might expect; he's flying through the air and landing on his back, skidding halfway across space before his momentum finally dies and he's dragged to a halt. Legs fall flat, and he's simply on his back, staring up into the stars, panting, with a pair of A.T.'s on his feet.

A long pause.]

I have the strangest inkling I'm not in Kansas anymore.

Comments

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

[L feels minutely less ridiculous seeing someone else afflicted by A.T.'s, and he nods slowly.]

Yes, aside from a bruised ego. You seem a bit more agile on your feet than I.

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

[Roxas was already in L's position, so he gets much sympathy.]

My ego's already been bruised. It's like these guy's are in some weird, elitist clique, and they aren't even very helpful about how to use these things and not die.

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

Yes, that much I've gathered. Unfortunately.

How long do you suppose this mix-up will continue...?

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

We should create our own group. No A.T. users allowed. Only people who wished they could use them.

Ahh, I don't know... Soon, I hope. Because I'm getting really tired of the skating and the falling and the singing.

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

I don't blame you.

But, singing? I'm relatively certain I'd have noticed singing.

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

But then that might mean skating around to make the group known to the others, and... I would rather not.

I dunno. I think it's a hobby of Juliet's, or something. Him and his friends. [shudders.]

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'd have to get used to these things and I have a feeling that breaking my neck would be more likely, sadly enough.

I'll consider myself lucky to be spared the singing, in that case. [L looks sympathetic.]