#lightanddarknessofven

ooc: -hugs-

Ventus folded his arms and sighed. “My name isn’t Roxas. It’s Ventus. But you can call me Ven.”

Roxas blinked at the crinkled but fancy mass of wrapping paper shoved in his face.  The black stick-on bow seemed to have stuck itself to his friend’s thumb, and the boy couldn’t help but chuckle at at the hint of nervousness shining in his double’s eyes. He noticed that his cheeks were red, and he wanted to welcome Ven in, but the boy didn’t seem like he wanted to move until the package was relieved from his hands, even if he had to stand in the open doorway all night.

"It’s not Christmas yet," Roxas noted. “I already told you I can’t keep presents without peeking." He laughed, feeling a bit guilty about his impatience with curiosity.

"I want you to open it now."  His eyes were insistent as he pushed the package into Roxas’ chest, stumbling a bit as the screen door followed his movements.

"Oh, okay…" The blonde seemed confused, but he gently took the package from gloved hands.

Ven still made no move to come inside and Roxas could only shake his head. There was no tag so he didn’t have to bother reading it, and went to peeling off the black and white vines and crumbling the paper into a ball in one hand.  

A bundle of cloth, black-and-white checkered, was revealed. It unraveled in his hand, a long scarf that, hanging from his hand, touched the floor with both ends.

"Y-you said you needed one so I wasn’t going to w-wait for the end of the m-month," his friend explained through chattering teeth.

Roxas smiled at his friend, tossing the ball of trash somewhere in the vicinity of the trashcan before holding up the scarf in both hands.  Carefully, he leaned forward and wrapped the scarf backwards on Ven’s neck. He pulled his friend inside by the loose ends, closing the door as he did, before wrapping the other ends around his own neck.

ooc: I wonder if he would fall for Vanitas xP

ooc: you’re older than me by a month xD I turn 22 on december 20th.

Well wasn't this just lovely?  Of course it was, because it was always a pleasant surprise to turn the corner and find your dealer being shoved into the back of a police car.  It was even more pleasant thanks to the fact that Roxas had just gotten a good stash from said dealer.

"Well fuck," the blonde swore, about to make a dash in the opposite direction and put up with the long way home. 

But of course Marluxia had turn around and spot him, and Roxas would be an idiot to think that the effeminate dealer turned to invite the officer to a tea party.  Roxas locked eyes with the officer, a scrawny mess of a man, and knew he was in trouble. Before he knew it, his legs were taking him out of there as fast as they could.

Adrenaline pumping through his veins and bag of green heavy in his jacket pocket, the boy could think of little other than where he could run and how badly he did not want to go to prison at seventeen. 

The sound people became louder and Roxas realized he was close to the high school. He still knew all the best hiding spots from a year of hickies, handjobs, and unsuspecting faculty.  Turning the corner sharply, he was glad to see a mass of students in the courtyard and quickly wove into the wave of people.

He was almost to one of the sidedoors, one that led into a hallway with an unattended and easily-picked janitor's closet when he took another look back for the officer and failed to see a person walk out in front of him.  He found himself on the ground, breathless, and too much in a hurry to even hurl an obscenity as he picked himself up and looked down to see . . . himself?

Roxas was confused, but he knew he couldn't afford to ask questions. With one swift movement, his jacket was off and his purchase was transferred to the pocket of his pants, as he wasn't about to give that up.  He tossed the jacket and his shades at the unfortunate look-a-like before slipping into the building. He afforded one last glance from inside, hardly feeling sorry for the other boy as the officer approached.