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[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

[stalks out of a portal, dripping wet from a sudden summer shower. It's clear that he's just been yanked away from the middle of a fight from the way he's gripping the Keyblades and his ragged-sharp breathing.

Catching sight of his surroundings, he makes an irritated noise. He plucks at the soaked coat and whirls to head down the nearest corridor in search of - a fight? Dry clothes? Witty banter? Who knows, with Roxas.]

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[massacring.livejournal.com]

[someone does not like the sight of your face turning down his corridor-- because everything's his while he's there-- and despite how he's drooling bloody saliva all over with his jaw locked open, he'll growl, bracing himself against the wall.]

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

[glances up once, mouth slack with indifference. Apparently his feet have been fixed to some narrow path, because he doesn't pause at the growl, just continues onward down the hall.]

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[so he's weaving through the tight space towards him. he may not be able to bite, but he can at least die trying. Roxas as a whole has yet to prove theirselves worthy of his calmer side.]

{ooc; by the way, i'm the artist of that one icon of chibiroxas with the :| face and the blue bg. were you the one who flipped the icon? cuz. roxas' hair is backwards /lmfaolmfao}

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

[stops at last, tilting his head in recognition - at last? - of some intent towards him. Waiting for the first move.]

(ooc: Nope! I know I pinched it off of one of the Roxae in here, though - I get all my icons here.)

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[he's a killing machine bent on tearing into and devouring people for the sake of a less sane way of death penalty, and Roxas is an interference. just that face, that hair, those eyes and those demeaning words in that disgusting voice are enough to make him screech with anger, shooting out towards him with chains rattling in his wake.]

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

[thought dissolves into the sharpness of tension and movement, off-set only slightly by the bone-numbing cold that comes with moving quickly in wet clothes. He sidesteps and lashes out with a Keyblade.]

[unseenkey.livejournal.com]

(just minding his business, trying to find a bathroom hopefully so he can get some cough drops for that sore throat he has)

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

[still hasn't adjusted well enough to the dressing room to stop himself from casting a wary, fleeting look at the other -- Roxas. What is he wearing, anyway?]

[Sneezes. Wow, it's an epidemic.]

[unseenkey.livejournal.com]

(all these other versions are weirding him out, too. but he knows he needs to ask someone eventually)

Do you know where I could find some cough drops?

(and he sure needs them!)

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

No.

[Sneezes again, which brings him to a decision. Where there's one kind of medication, there's likely to be another, after all. He wheels back from his intended path, which is leading into kind of a creepy dark space anyway, to halt beside himself.]

Check the bathrooms.

[the "let's" to this statement is implicit in the fact that he hasn't walked away yet.]

[unseenkey.livejournal.com]

(nods)

You know where they are?

(partly a statement, partly a question)

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

... No. They should be near the bedrooms, though, right?

[esuriently.livejournal.com]

I didn't know we had weather in here.

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

One of the doors leads into a garden.

[esuriently.livejournal.com]

A muddy garden, if your coat's any indication.

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

[glances down.]

I'll get another one.

[esuriently.livejournal.com]

Or you could just go for the khaki-and-checkers look that the rest of the blondes are sporting.

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

[a definite flicker of distaste this time.]

I'll pass. I hear that I'll get to wear it a lot in the future. Don't need to start blinding people now.

[esuriently.livejournal.com]

[ secretly pleased. secretly. ]

Guess you should start looking for a washing machine, then.

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

Know where I can find one?

[esuriently.livejournal.com]

You seriously think I keep track of that stuff?

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

I don't think about you at all.

[A little mean, but he's cold. The Keyblades dissolve from his grip. With a sneeze, he strips off his gloves.]

1/2

[esuriently.livejournal.com]

Geez, Rox', no need to be so harsh.

2/3 changed my mind

[esuriently.livejournal.com]

[ ... ]

[esuriently.livejournal.com]

You caught a cold, didn't you.

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

... Nobodies don't catch--

[Three sneezes in a row. Not a world record, but hey.]

[esuriently.livejournal.com]

Looks like you're doing an amazing imitation of a Somebody, then.

[ that's a very worrisome grin that he's wearing. ]

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

[eyes darkly. Isn't that the grin Axel had on the mission with the exploding-- It is, isn't it.]

Shut up.

[esuriently.livejournal.com]

Y'know--

[ why yes, that is an axel looming over you. ]

--I think you and I need to have some quality friendship time. We can connect, share stories, bond over a nice cup of chicken soup...

1/2

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

[glowers up, unimpressed. Looming, great. Everybody's taller than him.]

Yeah, right.

[steps backwards into a portal--]

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

[--and gets kicked out again further down the hall. Thank you, dressing room rules.

Another sneeze, because there's never too much insult for that injury.]

[esuriently.livejournal.com]

[ yeeeah, axel's just kind of bursting into laughter over here. don't mind him, he'll probably stop sometime in the next hour or so. ]

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

[hunches his shoulders and sniffs.]

Try not to choke.

[esuriently.livejournal.com]

[ moseys on down the hallway, still grinning wickedly, still totally ignoring the roxas-vibes. ]

You're almost cute when you've got the sniffles~.

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

I'd hate you, but I don't think it's worth getting a heart just for that.