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[failedmath.livejournal.com]

So... I was thinking, and maybe-- ugh, no. Um. Hey, how ya doin'? So maybe we could-- no that's so lame. Crap.

[he's talking to himself, making conversation with a wall; not even a mirror. how lame, Axel. you can't be suave the one time you need to and this is how you practice?]

Hey, so, about your brother. I was thinking, forget him. I think I'm falling for you, S--

How am I going to do this?

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[tutoringblues.livejournal.com]

Do what?

[ he's a little slow and messy-looking. he'd been taking a nap prior to scouting for Axel. ]

[failedmath.livejournal.com]

[ack!]

Jesus, Sora, don't do that to me, nearly gave me a heart attack.

Ah, uh, you know. Just. Finding a way back, and all. Getting kinda homesick....

[tutoringblues.livejournal.com]

Oh, sorry.

[ yawns and rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms. ]

Mmmmme too. We'll find a way back. I've been looking.

[failedmath.livejournal.com]

[kinda softens. Sora's cute when he's sleepy. really cute.]

Oh really?

[tutoringblues.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I went through all these doors. [ clears his throat. ] I got lost a couple times.

[failedmath.livejournal.com]

[half-smiles at him and ruffles his hair]

Should've brought me with you. Least you wouldn't've been lost alone.

[tutoringblues.livejournal.com]

[ swats at his hand. ]

I found my way again! And I found you too.

[failedmath.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you did.

[k-kinda moony-eyed. can't help himself]

[tutoringblues.livejournal.com]

Axel...?

[failedmath.livejournal.com]

[oh uh. shit. coughs. smooooth]

Whu... what?

[tutoringblues.livejournal.com]

You were looking at me funny.

[ rubs his face. he must have drool smeared all over his cheek or something. ]

[roseofgrey.livejournal.com]

... you're talking to an inanimate object.

[failedmath.livejournal.com]

On the contrary, I'm very animated.

[talking with his hands to illustrate his point]

[roseofgrey.livejournal.com]

[facepalm.]

[failedmath.livejournal.com]

[eyeroll]

[roseofgrey.livejournal.com]

[waves a hand.]

Whatever, keep talking to walls. I'm sure that one day, they'll talk back.

[failedmath.livejournal.com]

Baby you have no idea.

[roseofgrey.livejournal.com]

[pause. about-face. stares at him.]

Try that without the first word.

[failedmath.livejournal.com]

[side-long glance]

Why?

[roseofgrey.livejournal.com]

Do I need a reason to not be called 'baby'?

[failedmath.livejournal.com]

It's just a word, sweetheart.

[roseofgrey.livejournal.com]

[... just stares.]

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

You're talking to a wall.

[27-year-old Roxas with a cane is grumpy as usual.]

[failedmath.livejournal.com]

And?

[pugnacitas.livejournal.com]

To put it bluntly, you look like an idiot.