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[up in the attic room, as usual.]

[in a pair of wrinkled jeans, kneeling on his bed - which is a mess of sheets and pillows with a few sheets of musical drabble resting on top.
he's messing with the latch at the new, dusty window overlooking the ocean. it's a tad tarnished and therefore difficult to move]

[glances up and grabs a screwdriver from one of the shelves in the rafters, knocks the latch up, tosses the screwdriver back up to the shelf and pushes the rickety window open]

[the blast of ocean air and the touch of fog and cool humidity is all it takes to get a smile out of him]

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[ apparently Axel thinks that Demyx doesn't mind if the first thing (he) does after stepping out of a portal is to unceremoniously flop facedown on the bed, (his) hood pulled over (his) face.

Demyx doesn't mind, does he? ]

[glances down at him and his smile grows just a little larger] Hey.

[looks back outside] Feeling okay?

No.

[ comes the very muffled reply. ]

[frowns with concern as he turns to look again]

What's going on? [leans down a bit as he reaches a hand down to Axel's face, his hand brushing a side not squished against the sheets]

[ no. Definitely no. Axel reaches up and pushes Demyx's hand away, though Demyx may have already noticed that Axel's skin is very warm, like (he) has a fever. ]

Nothing.

[ but a fever doesn't really make your voice sound...strangely higher-pitched. ]

[ignores the protests; hand over what he can reach of his forehead now] Are you sick? You were fine earlier...

[doesn't take real notice of the voice, figures it's due to a sore throat] C'mon, sit up.

[ seems like augmenting (his) own body temperature is working. ]

No, I don't want you to get sick.

[still concerned - furrows his brow a bit at that] I won't get sick... Just tell me what's wrong with you.

The room, what else.

...What room?

The dressing room.

[ ...that high? no, probably not because of a sore throat either. ]

[frown.]

...Axel, sit up.

No.

[doesn't respond; only a frustrated scowl - steady push at Axel's shoulder until he has to roll to his side]

[ and as soon as (he) moves, (he's) up on (his) feet again, back towards Demyx. ]

[getting annoyed at this point.]

Would you just look at me? [slightly alarmed, slightly bothered.]

[Hmm, you might hear a faint hissing... It seems a curious Naga is exploring the attic as well... ]

[not hearing it - the wind is too strong in his ears. oblivious? yes.]

[Hmm, well she will just slither right into the living space...the smell of the air made her tongue flick more rapidly... Hmm... Young, harmless...a potential meal? ]

[ siiiigh. ]

It's got nothing to do with you.

So? Since when has that mattered? [stands up, starts to walk around to face him]

[unlikely. the creak of the attic floorboards is enough to disturb him - turns around]

...Someone there?

[ lucky for (him) the little...change happened in the shower, allowing (him) to purposely pick a looser cloak to wear, one that doesn't show anything even if (he) crosses (his) arms. ]

About ten minutes ago.

Oh...Well hello there..

[Yeah, someone there. Topless 25 ft snake-woman for you. She put on a smile, though was it innocent? ]

I wasss jussst exploring...

[slowlyyy arches an eyebrow]

...What's wrong with your voice?

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