004 || it was all just a dream

[lottato_prima]

I...

I can't... remember anything. What happened to make me act like that, what I was even thinkin'... I know I tried to get back to the elevator. I saw the storm coming.

[He runs a hand through his hair, now furious that he had been that easily manipulated.]

I just can't do it.

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MOOOOOM.

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

Man, you sound like my mom. ...Adoptive mom, I mean.

You make that sound so creepy.

STAY IN BED AND EAT YOUR SOUP.

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

Am I gonna have to start resortin' to that? 'Cause I will!

...

Yyyyeah, okay, on that note, I'm comin' over.

BUT TIMMY WANTED TO PLAY OUTSIDE TODAY!

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

Do I gotta call you 'ma'?

'kay! M'not gonna go anywhere.

LATER TIMMY BLUH BLUH BLUH I'M YOUR MOTHER

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

That'd actually be niee. Now if only we could get you in a bonnet and diapers!

...

Okay, not really. That's just weird.

ANYWAY.

[And here he clicks off the feed to head your way.]

/STOMPS FOOT

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

_{[He opens his mouth to ask 'What's a diaper?' when the feed cuts off. WELL. He'll just ask him when he gets here. For now, he just summons his sitar and plucks out a few notes.]}

/STORMS TO YOUR ROOM.

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

[The sound of the sitar actually helps him find the place a little easier, in fact.

And with his own SOLDIER speed, it isn't long before he's already there, and sneaking up on the Nobody. Behind a lawn chair. Because this is the *best* place to sneak around.]

/PUTS CHAIR UNDER DOORKNOB

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

<sub>[What is that sense of foreboding doom? Must've been the wind!

Look at how easy of a target he is, Zack!]</sub>

/KICKS DOWN THAT DOOR.

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

[Thaaat's right, Demyx. Nothing to be afraid of. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvCI-gNK_y4) Just a lawn chair and nothing more...

He sneaks closer, his footsteps quiet. He circles around the other man carefully, and when he's close enough?

SURPRISE TACKLEGLOMP.]