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[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[Leaning against a wall in one of the main kitchens, a certain vampire is reflecting on his time here, and a few other recent things such as his death and that awful birthday he missed because he was dead. Funny, just as that thought crosses his mind, a decent sized chocolate on chocolate cake appears. Three cute kid like candles are placed on it in the order of 2, 0, 1, making out that his belated birthday aged him to two-hundred and one. He simply just stares at the cake. Anyone is willing to take a piece ~]

[ooc; the cake is harmless, and the muse is back! Woo! (also his birthday was February the 13th. :D)]

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[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

[while Axel is brooding, Sora is wandering by. he gives the room a curious peek, and isn't sure what to think of those candles]

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly, Axel is tense, his gaze quickly ripped from the cake to Sora. Can.. it be true?]

[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

[fdjska what is with that look, buddy. Sora's just going to. derp right along down the hall like nothing happened. obviously that Axel is protective of his cake. >.>]

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't give a flying flip about the cake, quickly he'll leave the room right after you, finally getting his senses to say something.]

Wait just a second!

[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

[oh god what if this guy knows he almost drained that Riku-kid? brb, Sora is booking it]

I better get cookies for this

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

Feeling your age, Axel?

[There's a familiar face in the doorway, though not one he or anyone else would have seen for several months. She looks rather unimpressed with the number on the cake.]

you will totes (note keywords are so related)

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[It takes him a minute to register the person speaking to him, but when he does a wide grin spreads across his face.]

Well look who it is. Haven't seen you in a while, did I scare you off?

peanut butter?

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

Hardly. It appears I've been comatose for some time.

[Is she kidding? Who knows? But a girl's gotta eat, and she's not about to let Axel drive her off, so inside the kitchen she goes.]

sure.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

Oh well you know very well I've missed you.

[Well at least she didn't die unlike himself-- He'll hold a hand out to the cake in offering!]

I don't plan to eat it.

[13thopal.livejournal.com]

[he was hiding in a cupboard, but when he smells cake, that cupboard door flies open and there Roxas is, staring at it, his nose twitching. uh, chocolate isn't very good for cats, now, is it...?]

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[Way to scare the hell out of him, he's kind of gawking at you now.]

[13thopal.livejournal.com]

[He ignores that because hunger. and slinks out from the cupboard, staring at the cake and sitting right next to it, on the counter. ... tailflick, tailflick. he blows out the candles. hope you weren't planning on doing that, Axel.]

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[It shouldn't hurt him to much, right? I mean.. he isn't completely cat, right? Axel will just hold on to those thoughts as he watches Roxas, hoping their second encounter won't take place in the First Aid room again.]

i'm obviously a terrible person

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(Entering the kitchen with his hooded, white robe, he probably looks like a reverse Organization member. Of course, there's no zipper to the cloak so his preteen chest is on parade, as well as are his bloody jeans. He got everything, even his cloak, cleaned. Just not the splatter on his pants. Damn. ... excuse him as he stares at the cake, his face unseen.)

What is that...? Looks gross...

obviously.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[Axel's head turns slightly as the smell of blood enters the room, finding the source, he'll arch one eyebrow in response.]

I would say the same thing about you, but I'll try to be a gentleman.

it's contagious :<

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(Though most of his face is unseen, he looks towards Axel and frowns.)

Thanks?

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

Welcome.

[Though he did lie in his last statement, you kind of look good with the blood stain. It throws his senses off.]

Hi, I'm gonna waltz in on a vampire version of my not-friend.

[runawayxiiith.livejournal.com]

[There's a cake displaying a number over one-hundred on it. The only thing he can think of that can be counted that high in a person's lifetime is the number of days it's been since he was born.

Roxas is nearly one year old. Or maybe he's a little older than that. He's lost count of the days now.

He looks up at the other figure in the room.]

A-axel...

o:

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[Axel tears his eyes away from the cake to look at Roxas, an eyebrow arching.]

Hm?

They did have a *coughloverscough* spat the last time they saw each other.

[runawayxiiith.livejournal.com]

W-What are... D-did you f-

[Then he remembers: this is the dressing room, where nothing's impossible and the people you know are duplicated so many times that you can't be sure who's who until you ask.]

...W-what are the numbers for, A-... Axel?

;; refresh my memory please

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

It's my age.

[He plays it off very cool like, though he's kind of oblivious to the fact of why you are acting so strange.]

[flurryofsnow.livejournal.com]

[Oh, so that's one of these redheads he's heard so much about... he wanders in, chuckles.]

Think you got an extra candle there.

lol.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[And.. what the hell is that. Axel's facial expression morphs into something of horrible curiosity and surprise. He does manage to speak though without being rude about the hair.]

Nope, the big 2-0-1. Never thought I'd live this long.

[flurryofsnow.livejournal.com]

[That gets a bit of a 'what the heck' look back.]

Yeah, I don't think many people really expect that.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

I'm not like many people.

[That look will receive a smirk in reply!]