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[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[sitting atop a washing machine, waiting for his clothes to dry in the machine next to him - actually doing something responsible? not stealing a shirt off someone's back instead? Huh!]

[fingers that golden shell necklace of his - er, not exactly his, but who's counting?]

[it starts to glow just a bit - that surprises him and it stops when he drops it]

... Well that was kinda weird.

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[boardspeech.livejournal.com]

[ Roxas is there to grab a pair of pajamas when the faint glow of the necklace attracts him. he stares at it curiously. ]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[looks at him, arches an eyebrow]

[looks down at the necklace, tries to play it off like that was intended] ...Pretty cool, innit.

[boardspeech.livejournal.com]

[ nods, coming closer to see it better. he wants to see it again. ]

just wanted to tag this before I head off to sleep tonight /o/

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[- hello, what's that? Well, who would probably be a better answer; the resemblance is a little bit strange, even for here. So what was Axel walking by turns into Axel walking into the room and picking up the necklace by the chain.]

Dropped something, did ya?

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[holding its chain] Nice, right? Got it off a sea witch. Heh... Just don't let her know it was me.

She mentioned something about it holding a "voice". [gives it a shake] I'm not hearin' anything.

[boardspeech.livejournal.com]

[ -- a voice! he's immediately attracted, motioning toward his throat. he wants his voice! ]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

Uhhh...

What, got something in your throat? Not choking, are you? [looks irritated at the idea, it'd be a pain to have to do something about that - swings the necklace on its chain]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[stares at him, drums his fingers on the edge of the washing machine - oh, he recognizes this Axel. But does this Axel recognize him? That is the question.]

Yeah, mind giving it back...?

[boardspeech.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head and opens his mouth, lips moving to form words, but no sound coming out. ]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, I getcha.

So you're a mute.

Well, if I could crack this thing open, you'd have yourself a voice, I guess.

[shrugs with a sneer] ...In another life. Just so happens I'm the evil twin.

[boardspeech.livejournal.com]

[ practically deflates, hope draining. he wants that necklace so bad... he acts before he thinks and jumps at him for it. ]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[lurches back on the washing machine, holds a foot up to Roxas' chest, keeping the necklace out of reach] Woooah, man. Not cool. I worked pretty hard for this thing. [enjoying his desperation v. much]

[boardspeech.livejournal.com]

[ scrambling and clawing at the leg keeping him from that necklace, desperation in his eyes. ]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[ohh, that is not the best idea.]

[smile widens]

Okay, kid... [leans forward, foot still against him] Beg me for it. Try your best to, anyway. [cruel snicker]

[boardspeech.livejournal.com]

[ stops and stares again in surprise. how to beg... he swallows, fingers still clutching the foot to his chest, and drops to his knees. ]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[stares down his nose for a good minute or two, watching with what could be called disgust]

...Pathetic.

[throws the necklace to the floor, roughly] Take it.

But if you can't make it work, I'm taking it back.

[boardspeech.livejournal.com]

[ practically pounces on it, treating it with care, and nods absentmindedly. he clasped it around his neck and watched this evil twin, backing away slowly with his pajamas in his arms. ]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[tilts head, leaning back, watches him back off] So go on. I'm waiting...

Speak. [raises eyebrows with a smile]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[lifts it up and pretends to examine the shell as it spins slowly in the air]

In a minute.

[read: never.]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[and that's met with a look of scorn and contempt]

Dude, hand it over. [waves a single finger and a globe of water forms beside his hand]

[glares at him from below his brow, a do-it-before-I-make-you sort of look - he's a very possessive thing; keeping a little piece of her against her makes it easier to have to thank her for his continued existence]

[That being said, he's quite content to hold everything he knows of this Axel against him, as well. He's got something over his head - as of right now. Just a little taste of dominance in this situation - that's all he needs, a little power and it probably won't last much longer.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[his gaze flickers over to the globe before returning to the other's face.]

Who's ever heard of returning things to a thief?

[draw your own conclusions, Demini.]

Lol edited, I suck~

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[grabs the edge of the washing machine again, tightens grip and presses lips together]

Takes one to know one, yeah? [slides off the washing machine and takes a step forward]

So you know where it came from... What makes you even want it?

[boardspeech.livejournal.com]

[ presses the shell against his throat, willing it to work. his mouth hangs open, eyes wide, but nothing happens. is it a trick? he must look like an idiot. ]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[the shell glows a bit, but no, nothing happens]

[watching him with an interested smile] Can't help much, sorry. Magic like that is out of my hands.

You could try asking the witch herself, but I doubt she'd be pleased to find you with that.

♥

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[lowers his hand and tosses the necklace up before catching it, fingers curled over the shell. He's not giving it back.]

Did ya honestly think she was gonna let you keep it?

[well, it's somewhat close to the truth.]

;; ♥

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[bites his tongue.]

[slowly smiles]

Aw, what, you taking orders from the sea witch now? Better get that back to her before time runs out, Cinderella.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[he just smirks. You're going to have to come up with better insults than that, Demini.]

Don't mind if I do.

[creates a portal and disappears]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[What? No! No, he can't leave. I didn't have a chance to prove I'm badass!]

[Oh it is on.]

[scowllll.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[he could always follow? But good luck finding him here, what with the endless - literally - number of hallways. It's in one of those that Axel appears and drops the necklace inside a pocket before walking off to go look for Vanessa.]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately the guy's more familiar with his limits than his counterpart is - there's no way he'd be able to find him.]

[instead, childishly kicks the washing machine and makes some faces before trudging out of the laundry room, defeated]

... [oh wait, no, here he comes, back inside to wait for that shirt of his.]

[pout.]

[boardspeech.livejournal.com]

[ it's not working, he doesn't know the witch and he doesn't know what else he can do; Roxas unclasps the necklace and holds it out for him to take back. ]

[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[quick to snatch it back - but looks up at Roxas with narrowed eyes.]

[God, does he actually pity this kid?]

...Her name's Vanessa. Or Ursula, but I'd call her the former, if I were you. Dark hair, usually wears a purple dress.

You should talk to her about your little, eh, problem... She's quite the martyr. [snerk.]

[boardspeech.livejournal.com]

[ jerks hand back to clutch his pajamas to his chest and nods before fleeing the scene. ]