This is so nowhere, daddy-o.

[axelic.livejournal.com]

[So here I am, just putting on some sides and chillin' with the cats, and all of the funk some greaser goofs a spot and, what, I cut out.]

What gives, dolly? I'd like to be, you know, in orbit.

[New Axel in town, straight out of nineteen fifty-three. Beat, baby.]

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[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

... this is new.

[eyes him up and down.]

[axelic.livejournal.com]

Nice nest, baby. So tell me,

[lights a weed.]

what's the tale, nightingale? You seem pretty with it.

[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

Judging by the way you talk, I've got a big feeling you wouldn't have the heart to hear it.

[axelic.livejournal.com]

...Righto, checkers. So this is some sort of bad trip.

Like that Pan thing at the Roxy, Peter Pan. What a drag, baby. Moving pictures? I'm telling you, just a kick for those squares.

[claps checkers on the back. looks like one of his cats from the dive.]

[crowned-prince.livejournal.com]

...huh?

[you lost him, Axel.]

[axelic.livejournal.com]

I was there. Now I'm here. Got any gin?

[what's not to understand? you must be some sort of cube.]

[crowned-prince.livejournal.com]

Oh. It's magic.

[yeah that totally made sense.]

There might be some in one of the kitchens?

[axelic.livejournal.com]

Kitchens. Cool beans.

[Eyeballing this goof now. Records, the cafe, someone smoking something rad bad, and now he's--well, here.]

Thanks...?

[what did he say his name was?]

[crowned-prince.livejournal.com]

Oh! Uh, my name's Sora. D'you want me to show you to one of the kitchens?

[cheerful brat, isn't he? he's just smiling away~.]

[axelic.livejournal.com]

Righto, baby. Sora. Cooool. I'm Ax. Axel, but. Ax.

[yeah, a ball of sunshine. but there's nothing wrong with being on the stick.]

Kitchens, yeah. Lead the way, ankle-biter.

[crowned-prince.livejournal.com]

Ax. Right then. Just follow me.

[starts leading the way to the kitchen, ignoring the ankle-biter comment.]