[o12] entry

[shockabitch]

Roxas, Peaches. I haven't heard from you in a few days, you feeling any better? I'm worried about you.

Might have to come pay you a visit.

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[switching_on]

OH GOD NO How kind of you.

[switching_on]

If you cry yourself to sleep at night about it, you know I'm always here to talk.

[shockabitch]

I don't, please and thanks. I left him drunk in a ditch for a reason, Roxas. You need to worry less about me, you just need to worry about growing the hair back on that cute little bald spot.

[switching_on]

shut up about that

It's still scabbed over.

And why not? you're kinda interesting, jsut like Axel, only less likely to grab my penis and then set me on fire.

[shockabitch]

I was just mentioning it, don't get so pissy. Poor thing, well I'm sure the nice Nurse lady will put a bandaid on it for you and make it all better.

Well aren't you cute? You know I can grab your penis and set you on fire, if you want, as that's obviously what you're into. Then I think I recall you don't like girls, or something like that. I think little breakfast meetings are fine, dear.

[switching_on]

I like girls... I like Naminé.

The Breakfast Club: starring Roxas and Larxene. We'd make millions, you know.

[shockabitch]

Oh right, I forgot about our little Doll.

I think someone made that movie dear. (You get to be the weird one with the dandruff)

[switching_on]

She ended up with the popular jock at the end, you know.

[shockabitch]

I think I was drunk when I watched that movie. Or fucking. Both. Hell I don't remember.

Besides, I'm sure there's some nice normal football playing boy out there just waiting to sweep you off your little singed feet.

[switching_on]

As long as the football player is like. Naminé.

[shockabitch]

I think she'd break thinking about football. Don't get your hopes up.