You know I can see right through you;

[juniorfryer.livejournal.com]

[Headed towards the garden room, Austin is being trailed by his stillahothead.]

I already told you, I'm not talking about this!

It's important, Austin!

It's my business!

I'm your father, it's mine too.

Little Roxas is technically my father too, but you don't see him asking me about my love life.

[Austin is all shades of red, just stomping away each time olderxas seems to catch up with him. Someonepleasehelphim.]

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[juniorfryer.livejournal.com]

[Shut-up, I was tagging late ;o;

Austin is still pouting and shoots a glare Emoku's way before moving to cross his arms tight across his chest.]

I wish Xander was here. He would back me up.

nnn stop making me want to bring him in.

[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

[<4]

Well, he is here, but backing you up might be hard when he doesn't know how to talk yet.

do it, do it ;o;

[juniorfryer.livejournal.com]

That tiny, adorable thing is not Xander. Not my Xander. My Xander is definitely not tiny. And not adorable either.

/photoshoops icons

[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

[Aw, how possessive you sound of your bff.]

Well he was at one point. So were you.

[Adorable nephew is adorable- was adorable, now he's a moody teen.]

yayyyy photoshoop /o/

[juniorfryer.livejournal.com]

[Hey shut up, I have reason to be.]

Whatever, it's still not the one I want to be here.

[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

I'm sure he'll turn up. Most of you kids do eventually.

[Hair ruffle.]

Until then, you'll have to make do by playing the avoid-your-dad's-questions game.

[juniorfryer.livejournal.com]

[He fights a smile, but eventually gives in.]

I am pretty good at it.

[Olderxas wraps his arm around Austin's shoulders, forcing him into a sideways hug.]

Not for long.

[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

Good luck with that. Your dad's good at getting the information he wants, trust me.

[Eye roll, yes, at you Roxas.]

[juniorfryer.livejournal.com]

[Olderxas looks amused.]

Yeah, well he's not allowed to beat things out of me. Besides, I'm from the future, there's not much he can use against me.

[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

Ha, he wishes he could beat things out of me. And don't think that makes you safe either. His mother henning transverses time and space.

[Now you know he's exaggerating.]

[juniorfryer.livejournal.com]

Obviously. There are four versions of him here.