i'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[look, a familiar sight. Axel with his strawberry vodka. he's on a couch in the common room, wearing a tank top and tight jeans. his forearms are covered in bloody bandages, one unraveling just a bit. seems someone got into a fight~]

Fucking hate this place.

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[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he usually is. he's just a tad bitter. and he hasn't seen a Roxas since his left, if he remembered right]

Something wrong, princess?

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

...don't call me that. I'm male.

[but he doesn't sound like he cares that much anyway. not that he realizes that the phrase princess might be interpreted as an insult.]

This coffee is horrible.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

I'm well aware of your gender.

[arches an eyebrow]

Don't know how to make a decent cup?

[takes a swig of his vodka]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

No, I don't. I'm still experimenting with it. I'll get it right soon.

[he eyes the vodka, but doesn't seem all that interested. his gaze is instead drawn to those bandages.]

What'd you do?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Got into a fight.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Huh.

[he takes the liberty to sit down on one of the armrests.]

With who?

[he looks concerned, partly worrying about his own safety, but mostly about Axel's well-being.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Saïx and I had a disagreement.

[looks up at the Roxas, blinking]

... why?

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he shrugs. he just cares.]

It's not nice of him to hurt you. That's all.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

He hates me. I guess I asked for it.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? What did you do to him?

[curious!]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Tch. I loved him.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[cue light embarrasment and heavy sympathy.]

...that seems like an unusually stupid reason to hate someone.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

He's a Nobody. Should have seen it coming.

I went to bed. ^^;

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

That expression again. Nobody. You know, in my world 'heart' refers to the muscle and few would admit the belief in a soul. I don't think being a nobody is any excuse for him to hate you.

[not to mention that he fails to see the logic of someone not being able to love but being able to hate.]

It's okay. I did too.... eventually. lol

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

The same is true of my world, yet this is not our world. This is a crossroads where demon Nobodies are perfectly capable of hate, and never love.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

...still doesn't make any sense...

[aw, you're making him sad now.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Same with me, kid.

[takes another sip, looking really dejected]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[why must he be so awkward. he really wants to comfort Axel but has no idea how to do it.]

Sorry...

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Not your fault, little one.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Yeah. But still.

[eyes that bottle again. he doesn't like the smell, and he's become a bit wary of Axels in combination with consumables since a mishap with some frosting...]

Hm. How long have you been here?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

In this hell? Over six months.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Oh. People keep referring to this place as 'hell'... maybe I've just not been here long enough...

[he's getting uncomfortable on the armrest and waves for Axel to scoot over so he can sit on the couch.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[obliges, moving over so the Roxas can sit next to him. this one seemed... different than his own]

How long have you been here?

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[yeah, the couch was much more comfy.]

Uhm... a little more than two weeks.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

You'll learn.