if you must falter.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[he's in a wine room, looking through all of the bottles.]

... damn it, I completely forgot the year. Cristal something...

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[nograceballet.livejournal.com]

[comes up behind him, and peeks over his shoulder.]

Found it yet?

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[fjklds looks at him.]

No. You checked the other shelves?

[nograceballet.livejournal.com]

[sighs, and nods, looking disappointed.]

Yup. I didn't see it.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

Damn.

[frowns--perks up.]

Well, it's Cristal, but... agh, what was that damn year.

[nograceballet.livejournal.com]

Uhhh. It was 19...something.

[how helpful of him.]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

Most of these things have 19-something.

[nograceballet.livejournal.com]

Oh, really?

[peers at a bottle.]

Guess you're right..

[before]

[He's of the opinion that wine is a ridiculously boring alcohol, but he's peeking his head in anyway because Rikus interest him greatly.]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[he's ~technically~ looking for champagne, but shh. looking through, before taking a bottle out, examining the date.]

... well. It doesn't look bad.

[before]

[Still boring. He steps in silently, completely quiet until he's leaning over Riku's shoulder to read it as well.]

...Looks boring.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[jfkls looks over his shoulder, tensed. .. and axel-look alike doesn't help.]

Uh...

[before]

[He smirks, leaning back- you can have some personal space again, Riku.]

What?

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

... nothing.

[taking a step back there.]

[before]

Sooo what're you looking for?

[He'll just start browsing, looking through the alcohol slowly.]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

Cristal. It's a champagne.

[before]

You mean this stuff?

[He pulls a bottle from the shelf, holding it out for examination.]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[st-stares. kind of half-pout half-glares at you, sir.]

... yeah.

[before]

[He'd toss it over, but having it break when it's kind of obvious he's been searching for a while would be kind of crap. So he holds it out for him instead.]

Dunno why you'd want to drink this stuff.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

Tradition. Axel always bought this kind of champagne after our New Year's performance.

[before]

What sort of performance?

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

... dan... cing?

[--well now he feels sheepish.]

[before]

Ah.

[Not much of a reaction, but dancing's no big deal.]

You do it... what, professionally, then?

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[ph-phew.]

Yeah. Sora and I, but Axel's our instructor.

[before]

Sora's the kid with the spiky brown hair, right?

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

Yeah. He's a complete dork, too?

[before]

Haven't talked to one yet. Talked to a Roxas, Demyx, Axel, uh... girl you, Kairi, Namine...

[He scratches his chin thoughtfully, trying to remember any others.]

Can't remember anyone else at the moment.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

... you met yourself?

[before]

[He sighs loudly, running a hand through his hair.]

I'm not an Axel.

[sensual-ember.livejournal.com]

[standing on a stool, trying to reach a certain bottle of seemingly aged wine] Hnn...

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

...

[looks up at, jklsd.]

[sensual-ember.livejournal.com]

[reaches the bottle and hops down from the stool] Ah, there we go.

'There a cork opener anywhere around here?

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

... uh, I don't think so, no.

[sensual-ember.livejournal.com]

Hmm. How'm I supposed to get this out, then? Guess I could poke around the kitchen.