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[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[don't mind him, he's just

stuck in a net hanging from the ceiling, in the middle of a hallway. there's not enough room to summon his Keyblade in there, and he can't break the netting any other way, since he doesn't know any spells.]

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[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[he would be such a fail ninja.]

Why?

[tinyf1re]

Training, mostly. I think one of 'em wasn't, though. It was nighttime and in a weird place, so I think someone was trying to capture me.

[cuddles the hyena plush closer.]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Capture you?

[totally ignoring the net in favour of conversation.]

[tinyf1re]

[rubs at his cheek, the tattoos looking too-big on his face at this age. :'C ]

Yeah. A lot of people at home didn't really like me.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[shifts a little, uncomfortable.]

Why not?

[tinyf1re]

[--his expression closes a little; he seems to have a habit of running his mouth about himself and then realizing maybe he shouldn't have said so much. :c scuffs his sandals against the floor, eyes downcast.]

'cuz... I've got special powers, and they're jealous and wish they had 'em.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Jealous?

[he hasn't come across jealousy yet. maybe he should read more.]

[tinyf1re]

[tilts his head at the question, but puffs up a little, grinning.]

They wish they were as strong and powerful as I am.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[no offense but you don't look too strong or powerful.]

[tinyf1re]

[neither do you. :| tilts his head again, looking curious.]

I could get you down from there, 'f you want.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

That would be nice.

[yes well really, he isn't. he's never actually had a chance to use his Keyblade in battle, even.]

[tinyf1re]

[gauges the height of the hall for a second, and then leaps, latching onto the net with his hands, tangling his feet in it for extra support. hay Roxas, sup.

reaches toward the far edge of the net and lets a smallish fireball appear in his hand -- bigger than it needs to be, but he's still not very good at controlling it yet. ;; it sears through several lines of the net, making a hole big enough for Roxas to slip out of without falling.]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[he's rather surprised by both the jump and the appearance of the fire, despite having heard Axels can use it. after a moment, he slips out of the net, nearly falling over once he lands.]

...thanks.

[tinyf1re]

[dangles from the net to make sure Roxas can get out, and then drops to the floor beside him. gdit, you're taller than me. ;o; picks up the hyena plush again (which I forgot to mention him setting down, cough) and wraps his arms around it.]

's weird that there'd be a trap here for no reason. Maybe it was meant for someone else.

[noms one of the hyena's long ears absently, eyes fixed on Roxas' face with (potentially) disconcerting curiosity.]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

I wonder why...

[it's weird seeing an Axel shorter than him when all the ones he's seen have been so taaaaaall.]

[tinyf1re]

[please stop rubbing it in before I'm forced to eat you for lunch. >| ]

Dunno. People are just mean like that sometimes.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[but I'm noooot.]

I'm starting to notice that...

[tinyf1re]

[ofine. I will let you live... this time.]

I'm pretty used to it. You just have to watch where you're going sometimes.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

There wasn't anything on the floor...

[scratches his cheek. :I]

[tinyf1re]

[gnaws on the plush's ear again, thoughtfully.]

Dunno then.

[so hey, you haven't made fun of my hair or my tattoos yet, or run away screaming, or thrown anything at me. maybe we should hang out.]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[he's quiet for a moment, considering.]

...do you want to get ice cream?

[because he's craving some, and he might as well invite Axel, right?]

This boy needs more icons, gdit. orz

[tinyf1re]

[headtilt]

...what's ice cream?

he does. I might try to make him a couple if my tablet decides to work one of these days.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[oh man, you're missing out.]

It's a treat. I can show you.

<333

[tinyf1re]

[furrows his eyebrows, debating if it's safe to go with this guy, and then nods.]

'kay.

u <333333

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[smiles at him! and starts heading for the kitchen.]