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[heading back to his room from a shower, fully dressed and rubbing his head with a towel - some of his hair falling in his face]

[almost to his room, glances across the hall at Demyx's door.]

... [sigh]

(ooc: Floodin' your DR with my smelly cologne-face Axel. :| Yes ma'am.)

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[Oh hey time for amazing timing? Demyx is just opening his door, off to get a snack or some such most likely. Oh snap. Hey there Axel... Uh. Waves awkwardly? Yeah. Just gonna do that.]

[pauses and stares - wasn't expecting that, hand on his own doorknob - quickly removes it]

...Hey.

Hi...

[Avoiding eye contact? You betcha. Rubbing the back of his neck nervously.]

[pointedly looking at him. wants to talk.]

How's it going?

[Oh god why? Can't he go and get his cookies or whatever and hole himself up in his room again? Please?]

Pretty good. How about you?

Been better.

Look, Dem.

I think we need to sort some things out.

[where's he going with this? he's not even sure. but he's tired of this awkwardness, it has to stop.]

[But the awkwardness is awesome. Demyx likes it. Totally. Let's just not talk about this. D:]

O-oh... Okay. I guess...

[opens his door] Here, let's get out of the hall.

[...Defeated sigh. Goes over to his door.]

All right...

[closes the door after them, looks up at him]

So... about the other night.

I didn't mean what I said, really.

O-oh!

[Well this has him surprised. Uh. Still avoiding eye contact. Mumbles something like:] Sounded like you meant it...

...Yeah, I know.

I had a talk with Roxas...

I just don't want you angry with me.

...What did Roxas say?

[Seems more preoccupied with that. Not responding to the last bit.]

[argh, thought he'd ask that.]

Roxas... is my best friend.

He'll always be my best friend.

[though the disappointment in his voice is obvious.]

...Well at least you're still friends, right? I mean it's not like you scared him off or something.

[Wait. Is he trying to cheer Axel up about loosing Roxas? Oh well.]

[looks up at him - doesn't seem like that helps a whole lot, but he appreciates it.]

Yeah. We're friends.

And... You're not a mistake, Dem. I never meant that.

...

[Looks away, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Small smile but he's still kind of sore about that.] Really?

Really.

[pause.]

So... I just wanted to make that clear.

[Nods.]

Yeah. I understand.

So... [OH WAIT. Whatever he was about to say is cut off by a loud grumble. Now could that have been his stomach?]

[listening intently- erk.]

Er.

...When was the last time you ate something?

Um... Chips? This morning.

A hot meal... Uh. Four days ago... [Yes you heard him right. :|]

[rolls his eyes with a sigh and opens the door once again]

Come on... Let's go to the kitchen.

[turns and heads down the hall]

[yes, he feels responsible.]

'Kay...

[Just follows meekly. This is why he was risking leaving his room in the first place. Plus the fact that he ran out of chips.]

[makes it to the kitchen and sits up on one of the counters]

Why haven't you eaten.

[demaaaands to know.]

[When they enter the kitchen he heads straight for the fridge to find some left overs to heat up or a microwavable dinner or something. Erk! You had to ask that?]

...I haven't wanted to leave my room. [Because I didn't want to risk bumping into you.]

[raises eyebrows]

[but oh, face, meet palm.]

...I'm sorry, Demyx.

Ahahah... You don't have to apologize.

[Microwavable dinner you are mine. To the microwave we go~]

Then why do I feel like I do?

[stare]

Well you shouldn't. I chose to stay in my room. It wasn't like you were forcing me to stay there.

[Totally not... Beep beep bzzzzz... Waits for the microwave then.]

Well... yeah.

That's not what I meant.

I didn't want to upset you, I just didn't know what to think at the time.

It's alright, Axel. Really. [Flashes him a smile.]

I'm good. I'll be even happier when this microwave hurries up. [..bzzzzzzzz...]

[returns that flash of a smile and glances down as Demyx looks away - it doesn't feel alright.]

[decides to change the subject.]

Heh... I can tell you like to cook a whole lot.

Totally. I'm really talented as well, didn't you know?

[DING. Fuck yeah! Looks at the box. Leave it in the microwave for three minutes. Ugh...]

[laughs a bit, feeling a little more comfortable]

Yeah, talented. That's the word.

You're just jealous.

[lala waiting for three minutes to pass.]

[not sure how to act around him at this point.]

[still angry at himself for screwing up so much.]

[just smiles and tilts his head a bit.]

May-be.

[Demyx is just trying to get through this awkward meeting mostly.]

You totally are. [And he opens the microwave and takes the tray out.]

[yeah, same here, Dem. same here.]

Aw, it's that obvious?

Guess I wear my H-E-A-R-T on my sleeve. [smirks]

[Just chuckles and pulls back the plastic cover of the tray. Carries it over to the table and sits down, waiting just a bit longer so he doesn't burn his tongue.]

Maybe you do, hm?

[he hops down from the counter and sits across from Demyx at the table, folding his arms on the surface and casually looking at him]

You and I both know that can't happen.

[Stabs a random vegetable... Or that's what he thinks it was at least. With the mystery sauce covering everything it was kind of hard to tell. Why did he choose a microwavable dinner again? Oh well. Eats it anyway.]

Well of course I know.

[watches]

Okay, just making sure. 'Cause you know, it's not like the Organization ever made that fact clear or anything... [oh the sarcasm. it bites.]

Oh of course. I've only heard it once or twice at the most.

[Eats something and makes a face, cringing away from his fork as if it was a deadly cobra. He had just eating the most disgusting thing in the world; a piece of meat that was boiling hot, as hot as a thousand suns really, on the outside but still frozen like the icy cold heart of a scorpion on the inside. But since he had put so much work into heating up this disgusting meal he felt that he should finish it. Even if he died in the process. Demyx steeled himself against the next biting. Hoping upon all hopes that this one would at least be lukewarm.]

[watching him, slightly mesmerized - that sort of narrative going through his mind as well.]

[rests his head on his arms, looking up at him like a dog waiting on table scraps, but really he's just anxiously awaiting a scrap of conversation]

[Eating... Eating... Oh god is it gone yet? It's starting to fill him up. The way cement probably would.]

So...

[raises eyebrows]

Hm? Looks delicious, by the way.

[sighs] Hey Dem, what'd you do if we did make it back home?

Now that Roxas is here... and you're here. I'm not sure if I'd ever care to go back.

It is. It would be a complete shocker if it gave me food poisoning. [Rolls his eyes and finally pushes the tray away. Most was eating too.]

Huh... Good question. I guess I'd just go back to following orders if we went, but I'm not hoping to go back anytime soon. [Shrug]

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