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[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[have an Axel walking through the halls, searching for the Roxas he knows. Not that it's easy to tell that from his carefully neutral expression.]

(OOC: The Roxas in question being o_blivescence.)

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[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[the Roxs in question happens to lazing around in his room, laid back on his bed with his eyes closed and his hands tucked comfortably behind his head, the door cracked open a few inches.]

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[walking towards the bathroom to wash his face, which is wet and stained with tears]

...Axel?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't particularly know where Roxas's room is in this place where every single door looks the same. But it doesn't take him long to find out, quickly managing to spot the familiar head of spiky blond hair. And the sensation that yes, this is his Roxas. He pushes the door open slightly but stays by the doorframe, not going in yet.]

Rox?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[stops, though he doesn't look at Demyx.]

Yeah?

[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[he quirks a brow first at the sound of his name, and then opens his eyes, sitting up and leaning his weight back on his hands. he smiles a little at the sight of his friend.]

Axel.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[wipes his face with the back of his arm, shifts uncomfortably]

...Looking for Roxas?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[the smile is echoed, though it might be a bit more empty than Roxas's.]

Can I come in? I've gotta talk to ya about something.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Yep. Think we might be leaving soon.

[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[he nods, quickly scrubbing his face with his hands, as if to rub the laziness out of himself.]

Sure.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

Really...

How soon is soon?

...Is this it?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[steps into the room, letting the door close behind him, walking over and leaning on the wall near the bed.]

What would you say if I said I found a way out of here?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[nods, finally glancing at Demyx - and the tears don't escape his notice.]

This is it.

[even if his words weren't echoing the other's, they would've still sounded hollow to Axel]

[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[he seems to perk up at this, smiling a little more.]

You found a way out? Really?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[well, he seems happy enough with the idea...]

Yeah, I did.

[pauses] It'll take us back to the same spot when we left. Or so I've heard.

[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[his smile falls a little, but not much.]

So...I'll go back to Twilight Town...

[ope, smiles falling a little more.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[he nods]

You'll still remember this place though.

[there was an "and me" in there too, but Axel just leaves it unsaid.]

[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

Oh..

[he tries for another smile.]

I bet everyone's excited.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Yeah, guess so.

[and he lets some moments elapse before speaking, not completely sure he wants to tell Roxas this]

You know I'm going to take you back to the Organization, right.

[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[yeah, he's not smiling anymore. he goes silent, just staring at Axel. ..and then, biting the inside of his cheek, he shakes his head, looking away.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Sorry, Rox.

[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[purses his lips, takes a deep breath, and then looks at Axel.]

I'm not going back.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[sighs. Roxas really doesn't have a choice in this matter - much as Axel would prefer just letting him stay in Twilight Town.]

And I can't exactly show up in front of Xemnas without ya.

of course he has to be stubborn :| sorry.

[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head again. with time away from the Organization, time to think about everything and regain most of he memories, he knows that he'd never go back. the only thing he'd ever really gotten out of being a part of the Organization was his friendship with Axel, but that was it.]

Sorry, Axel. I'm not going back. Tell him I ran again.

s'okay, i expected him to be.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[he's going to restrain from throwing down the trump card as long as he can, even if he has to physically drag Roxas out of here]

Which'll still be saying I failed, yeah? And then he'll either turn me into a Dusk or send someone like Saïx after ya. Or both.

[o-blivescence.livejournal.com]

So don't go back.

[yeah Roxas, it's really that easy. not]