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I'll kill you!

[comes a shout from a dark hall. it looks like the lights are out, for whatever reason, though the one at the center of the hall just keeps flickering, and there's an angry shuffle, and another echoing scream, then what sounds like metal clanging against a wall, and a disgruntled cry.

the closer one gets to the actual sound, they may find that it's above them-- actually, he's caught in a person-sized bird cage.]

I'm going to-[his words just carry off into screeching growls, and the metal clashes against the wall again.]

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Don't touch me.

[he hisses, sandwiching himself back against the bars.]

Ah-ah-ah, that's not how you make friends.

[lights it casually.]

I don't want to be your friend.

[brings his knees to his chest.]

No?

Hey, free knife.

[tosses it up and down in his other hand.]

H--hey, give that back! That was my dad's gift to me!

[stupid stupid him had to throw it, too.]

Does your dear D-A-D tell you to be rude to adults, too~?

Only the weirdos like you.

[throws his head back, laughing.]

That's a good one! You should make money with that.

Your sarcasm is stupid. Give me my knife back.

C'mon, you can ask way nicer than that.

Please.

Congratulations, there's hope for you yet!

[but Axel doesn't seem intent on letting that knife go anytime soon, picking his nails with it.]

Ew, gross, don't do that!

[scrambles to the side Axel's on, swiping his hand out suddenly.]

And do what, carve my initials?

I'm flattered, Roxas, but we haven't even gone steady!

G-gross, you're like an old man! Give me my knife!

Old men have wrinkles, if you didn't already know.

[takes a drag from that dwindling cigarette. at least he has the decency to keep the smoke as far away from the bars as he can manage.]

I dunno, I think it'd be a nice keepsake of our special time together, don't you?

When I find you again, I'm gonna punch you in the dick.

[scowls.]

[lets his eyes trail up to where the cage is attached to the ceiling.]

You've found an exit? Bravo, bravo.

When someone nicer than you comes by.

You've bitten my head off, called me a geezer, and you're talking to me about nice?

Because you look just like the ugly weirdo junior who keeps hitting on me.

Am I?

[trick question, Roxas.]

Beats me, are you?

You sounded like it before but it could be your inner-asshole speaking again.

Man, I wish I had an inner asshole. It'd be twice as easy to make me happy.

... gross.