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[combustingly.livejournal.com]

Christ, you people are crazy.

[So after finding himself here about a few months ago, he's been lurking around the place and coincidentally witnessing things he may or may not have wanted to witness. But hey, this totally beats not existing, so for now, he'll just hang around and maybe bump into someone he knows. Or, you know, wait to go back home when the place feels like kicking him out.

Currently, he's wandered into the kitchen, trying to find a cooler.]

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[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[Hi, m'already in this here kitchen. Making myself some food. A sammich. Because sammiches are god.]

[He doesn't notice Axel.]

[combustingly.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey- it's that Roxas with the stick up his ass from last night~.

Also, stole a bite from your sammich. Mmm~, ham and cheese. c:]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

--hey!--

[SHIT.]

[combustingly.livejournal.com]

[Chew chew chew and swallow. 8)]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[sets the sandwich down. And punches him. Hard.]

[combustingly.livejournal.com]

[And catches that fist]

Well, hello to you too, sunshine.

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[still pushing. Going to shove you back if he can.]

Go away.

[combustingly.livejournal.com]

[And lets him go with a sigh, turning towards the cupboards.]

Jesus, I was just looking for a cooler, okay? Chill out, Rox.

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[fine then, but you didn't have to bite my sammich you hobag.]

[he grabs a can of juice and goes to his room.]

[combustingly.livejournal.com]

['M not a hobag, asshole.

Cue an eye roll as he calls out over his shoulder] Yeah, it was nice seeing you too.

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[Well, there's a little girl trying to get the cookies up on the counter. Curse you, stupid height.]

[combustingly.livejournal.com]

[D'aww~. Well, he bends down and picks you up from around the waist, setting you on the counter.]

Hey.

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[Hey what-- oh hey Axel. Giggles and, cookies, get! \o/]

[combustingly.livejournal.com]

[Have a few head pats in return. :>

Also, steals one.]

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[Takes one too and offers the rest to him :>]

[combustingly.livejournal.com]

[Oh you are too generous~. Shakes his head] Nah, we'll split it.

[Grabs a bowl and puts half of the cookies in it, pushing it towards her]

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[/o/ yay]

Want milk?

[combustingly.livejournal.com]

Sure. [Goes to the fridge and takes out the milk, pouring out two cups.]

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[You are officially a friend because you've put up with her this far. Noms on a cookie, watching him.]

[disneyblader.livejournal.com]

Says Mr. Self-Sacrifice.

[skating into the kitchen with every intention of kidnapping that cookie jar.]

[combustingly.livejournal.com]

Hey, 's not like you didn't nearly do the same, Princess.

[Cookie jar is all yours man. He just wants to find a goddamn cooler.]

[disneyblader.livejournal.com]

Princess, huh. Not very creative, are you.

[mmm chocolate chips nomnom bliss.]

[combustingly.livejournal.com]

Not like I'm trying to impress you.

[Oh look- he found one. Takes it down and goes to find some ice]

[disneyblader.livejournal.com]

Never said you were.

[... needs heat. and milk. skates over to the fridge.]

[combustingly.livejournal.com]

Good, nice to know we're on the same page for once.

[Quirks an eyebrow at the skating, but chalks it up to another crazy quirk here. He digs around in the freezer, upending a rack of ice into the cooler]