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I'm not going home, am I?

[Lounging on one of the couches in the main room, you have an Axel gazing up at the ceiling, his expression is a slightly confused one, which turns into frustration. He can't seem to remember what the phone number was, to contact his Somebody's family, meaning, he'd be able to get blood bags, and would be able to stop feeding off of donors from the DR. What he could use now, is someone to talk to about it. Or someone to bother him.]

[ooc; brb, having to share the computer.]

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[Nervously, the girl opened up the door to the room, that Axel was in, and squeaked when she saw the other Nobody.]

"Ahahahahahaahaaaa....I...I'm sorry!"

[The girl squawked, nervously, as she smiled half-heartedly, and somewhat ashamedly, as she stood, her feet frozen to the ground in fear.]

"...S...Sorry..."

[She squeaked once more, sweatdropping and blushing brightly.]

"C...Cookies?~"

[The girl quickly offered, holding up a fresh batch of cookies, with a nervous smile.]

[Calmly, Axel turned his head slowly your way. Whoever you are.]

.. I don't eat cookies.

[blunt. His eyes turn back up to the ceiling. The color of your cheeks did catch his eye though. Maybe you could actually give him a small snack. His thoughts make him smirk.]

[an Assassin just dived into the floor, sliding under the couch and back out. like a guard dog it swims through the ground. or like a shark.]

[you'd think he'd be use to this, but he hasn't seen a lesser in a while. So, he jumps slightly, but doesn't fall off the couch. He looks at it and frowns.]

.. Hey there.

[is talking to a lesser worse than talking to yourself?]

[now there's a voice it recognizes. the Assassin swoops out of the ground, moving to the end of the couch to stand there, arms swaying gently.]

[The girl happened to be Ringo...She knew who Axel was, but that would have been more confusing to Axel, since she really only knew an alternate version. The girl blinked slowly, then smiled, and put the cookies on the table next to Axel.]

"A...Alright! I'm Ringo, you must not know me, because I only know a crazy Axel..."

[The girl said, smiling brightly, she happened to be a servant for that Org. XIII that she was talking about. Crazy, eh?]

"N..Not that you are!"

[She added quickly.]

[he arches an eyebrow. Lessers always seemed to amaze him.]

Having fun with.. whatever you are doing?

By the way you sound, this other Axel was close to you. Am I correct?

[turns to flash a smile. a smile with long extended fangs. Have fun talking to a Vampire.]

Oh, but I may actually be crazy. But, that usually only happens after a thousand years, not two hundred.

[Forgive him. He's rather thirsty.]

[it tilts its head curiously, not understanding the question.]

[Sits up from his relaxed position, staring at the Assassin.]

... You don't talk, even in a crazy place like this, huh.

[The girl's cheeks flush further, and she chuckles nervously, again, not quite noticing his smile right away, and looked at him out of the corner of her eyes.]

"W...Well...A bit..."

[She laughed nervously once more, and smiled at him, eyeing his teeth.]

"...You're a vampire, neh?"

[Well, the transparentku in the corner levitating random objects might be willing to listen. He'd understand the whole vampire thing anyway.]

[nods.]

Yes, but I prefer the term 'Immortal'.

[Oh that's nice. Axel'll ask about the transparent thing, if that doesn't bother you to much. Cause he's looking over at you now.]

.. What the..

[Glances over, eyes eerily brighter than the rest of him.]

Hmm?

[Ringo glanced at him curiously and poked one of his fangs lightly with her finger, looking utterly intrigued, instead of scared now, but then a nervous smile crossed her face once more...Was she even allowed to be this forward?]

"Uhh...Sorry! I've never met a vampire...Err...Immortal before..."

[She chuckled nervously, and then glanced at him.]

"You look rather pale...You alright? You're not sick, right?"

[you should be bleeding now. His fangs are extremely sharp, and.. of course, when you poked them, he bit down. Then, released the finger after a moment.]

I actually am not pale compared to what I could be. Thanks for the little taste, by the way.

[have a smirk thrown at you, to pretty much tell you he's enjoying himself by playing the scary vampire guy act.]

[They have something in common! Axel himself has bright silvery-green eyes, and they lock unto your's.]

.. You're.. not there. I mean, you aren't there in the flesh.

[The girl winced slightly, as she realized her finger was bleeding, and that he bit her, making her yelp lightly after a second, having been too preoccupied to notice.]

"Uhh..."

[She put her finger to her mouth, and sucked on it, before letting go, and glancing up at him, due to being...Shorter than him...Well, she was 19, but looked closer to 14. But she was still at only about 5'6" in height...]

"Ow...That hurt..."

[She whimpered, and shut her eyes lightly, before glaring at him out of one eye, when she was angry, her shyness went away...She stuck out her tongue up at him, childishly.]

"Meanie."

Ghosts typically aren't.

[Lets whatever objects he's levitating float back down.]

[He's sitting on the couch, so he doesn't notice the height. Axel himself is about 6'0". Nanos are a wonderful thing, making them their peak perfection. Axel shrugs his shoulders at the comment.]

I've been called worse, doll. But, this is a lesson, don't touch a Vampire's fangs, and expect to not get bitten. Nine out of ten times, you will.

Interesting, I thought those weren't real.

[arches and eyebrow at the items.]

[She glared at him, and crossed her arms, before sighing, and backing up a little, placing one finger over her other, and reversed the wound, healing it.]

"...Yeah, well you're an incompetent dumbass."

[She growled back at him, crossing her arms stubbornly, in frustration.]

"Ugh! Are all Axel's as much of an ass as the one's I've met are?"

[She whined softly, with a little bit of a pout thrown in. She acted like a wounded puppy.]

Real as the immaterial gets, anyway.

Uh, look kid. I don't deal with brats with potty mouths, so if you are going to throw a fit over the already healed wound and how much I'm an ass which is pretty damn obvious already, go to another room.

[p-polite smile.]

Edited 2009-06-23 04:22 (UTC)

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Yarly.

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You should.

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Cookies.

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Cake?

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Flan? Ew...

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Cheetos.