Harlequin Grin

Zexion crosses the room. The green light from his computer limns the harlequin on his bed.

"Someone's hacking you," Demyx says.

"It's a screensaver." Zexion knocks the mouse. The rain of text vanishes, The Hearth appears. He refreshes the page and scans the latest. xX_SoulEater15_Xx defends a terrible yaoi lemon.

All these flames and not a single fic? You reek of chickenshit, ROFL.

Jun 21, 2007 #813

Zexion sees red. xX_SoulEater15_Xx was whining like a bitch mere hours ago. What happened?

"Maybe a girl chatted him up." Demyx laughs, too aware. "Fags dig chicks."

Zexion spins in his chair. "Fags do not dig chicks."

"Biggest consumers of popstar posters. Trust me, I'm a musician."

Zexion sneers, rolls his eyes.

"You're heated." A smile, smug. "You can't let fifteen year olds get to you, man. You're in college. College."

"Hard to believe, with you around."

"Hey, watch it. We're fucking, y'know."

Zexion scowls, turns, hides behind his hair.

We've got to stop sleeping together. He's not even that hot...

Zexion glances back. The harlequin lolls on his bed, laughs when, minutes later, the room is bathed in a familiar green.

Not that hot! Zexion spins, knocks the mouse, and types furiously.