sing of silver.

[frexas.livejournal.com]

Hey, Axel!

[teeshirt-and-pajama-pants clad boy is apparently having a word with your door via his foot.]

I brought you cereal, open up.

{for ticktickbomb  though i guess if you want to distract him you can?.}
 

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[he leans into the kiss with the smallest traces of a smile making the corners of his mouth twitch, but then he leans back and tries to squeeze his way into the room.]

I'm not the best housewife, I know.

[frexas.livejournal.com]

You know, I just got mistaken for a kid earlier and you're not making me feel like any less of a pedo's toy.

[seeing as how Axel has a cane any eighty year old man could carry as well. either way he sets the bowls of captain crunch (with berries!) down on the desk, unceremoniously flopping down into the creaky wooden chair once it's spun around.]

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I might've punched you. Unless you convinced me it'd be worth it.

[swings the chair back and forth some.]

Hating everyone. They're all idiots.

[frexas.livejournal.com]

You think I'm kidding? I can't talk to anyone else without the thought of ramming a knife into my forehead sounding really tempting.

[swings around again so he can spoon cereal into his mouth.]

Eat your stuff before it gets soggy.

[frexas.livejournal.com]

At least you came up with a more fitting nickname.

[chomps on a spoonful of his own, stretching out with the other bowl in tow.]

[frexas.livejournal.com]

It existed back then? Could've fooled me.

[sticks his tongue out at him before taking another bite.]

[frexas.livejournal.com]

Don't choke now, Axel.

[sets his bowl aside in favor of pulling his knees up and rocking back.]