Second Axel. Do me a favor and quit while you're ahead by not saying a goddamn word. I'd ask you to get me some fucking tylenol, but I'm pretty sure you'd fuck that up too, disappear for three hours, come back asking if you'd missed anything, and then sitting down to stuff your god be damned bulimic gullet full of buttered lobster stuffed with shrimp, to only throw it up three hours later because you think Roxas would think you're fat.
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