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[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

[he's sitting--perched, really--on the arm of a chair; a picture of a young Roxas in his hand, looking maybe ten or eleven years old.

he sighs.

the edges of the photo start to singe.]

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[pouty.livejournal.com]

[and oh look, the picture's come to life-- only not really, it's just this little one stalking down the hall with a strawberry lollipop in his mouth. he also has a bowl in his arms filled with tubes of candy goo.]

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

[he notices the blond spikes moving once the ones in the picture are gone. a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips as he sees the candy, not least of all that lollipop]

Where are you going?

[pouty.livejournal.com]

To my room.

[he mumbles around the candy in his mouth, a little slurred. he had been planning to make a cocktail of all that goo.]

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

[he hops off the chair to stand in front of Roxas]

With all of that?

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[nods once or twice.]

I'm gonna make my own candy.

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

[lifts an eyebrow]

Out of goo? Sounds... interesting.

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[celaje.livejournal.com]

[--and hi, portals nearby. probably the adjacent wall. he looks around for a minute, before stepping out. it's then when he notices Axel, tilting his head and slowly raising his eyebrow.]

Poor photo. Never had a chance.

[so-flattered.livejournal.com]

[turns his head toward Sora]

When photos start fighting back, gimme a heads-up, will ya?