when everything was like a loaded gun.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[slowly, his guard is beginning to drop. he ventures further out to explore the dressing room with less caution. currently, he looks so out of place in the spotless kitchen with his ripped up jeans and dirty shoes. at least his white cotton tee looks fairly decent. both uzi pistols are tucked safely in their own holsters on both his thighs. he's currently fixing himself a glass of milk. he hasn't had something like that in months.]

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[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[have a head on your shoulder.]

Might wanna check the date on that.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[jumps like a frightened rabbit. one hand flies instinctively to the handle of his pistol, turning a wary gaze to the other.]

... right.

[his hand drops and he lifts the glass, sniffing at it. smells like milk... so he laps the surface like a kitten. tastes like ordinary milk.]

It's good.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

You're new, I guess.

[he's feeling oddly distant, oddly affectionate as he wraps his arms around Sora's shoulders. feels like how he used to be when every Sora was his best friend.]

Looks like you could use some new clothes.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

What's wrong with the clothes I have now?

[dirty. ripped. falling apart. need I say more? if he feels uncomfortable, he doesn't show it, gulping down the milk.]

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

You gonna be okay? Want something to eat?

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[the whole female thing with the face of a boy who tries to kill and save him all at once is still weirding him out.]

I don't know how to work any of the stuff in here.

[glances at the oven and microwave.]

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

Well, what do you want to eat? I can make it.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[scrunches his nose in thought.]

... Dunno what I want.

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

How about a sandwich for now? There's lunch meat in the fridge. Pick out what you like.

[thesplendorsof.livejournal.com]

[idly playing with the burners on the stove.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[sips his milk and watches. still, the sight of Axel makes his skin crawl and the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. his free hand is already on the handle of his pistol. just incase...]

[thesplendorsof.livejournal.com]

[the temperature isn't rising fast enough for his tastes, so he adds a bit of his own flame. the burner coils start to bubble and pop.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[unfazed, he looks on, lips still pressed to the rim of the cup.]

[thesplendorsof.livejournal.com]

[kitchen counters are supposed to be flameproof, but whoever built this place obviously didn't know that.]

[semiautomatic-8.livejournal.com]

[leans against the doorway]

[clicks tongue] Well, well. Look who it is.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[the kind of voice that sends shivers down his spine. he nearly drops his glass of milk as one of the pistols whips from its holster. pointed straight at Axel.]

[semiautomatic-8.livejournal.com]

[unfolds arms and moves away from the doorway, laughing] That's the Sora I know.

Awful lot of 'em around here, not one quite like you... Didja really think you'd get rid of me so easy, boy?

[pulls his shotgun from over his shoulders, it was tucked in the back of his trousers] [smoothly points it at Sora with a click]
Just when you thought you were comfortable 'round here.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[finger hugs the trigger.]

Put that wretched thing away, Axel.

[his voice twists into a snarl, eyes bright with fury.]

This is not the place or time to pick up where we left off. Even if it was supposed to be settled already...

[semiautomatic-8.livejournal.com]

[lowers shotgun to look at him] Pfff...

You can't think it's just that easy. Because really, I'm more than a little ticked at how things were left between us.

I'm not letting you win this time. I don't care where we are or what time it is - this round's mine.

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

No firing guns at the table, please.

[genocidally.livejournal.com]

You heard her.

[otherwise silent, standing there with his hands in his pockets.]

[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

[she's leaning against the doorframe, just watching]

[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

[she knows Sora can take care of himself, but she's hoping that the girl Roxas will be able to keep it under control]

[ooc: wow I was so out of it when I posted that last comment]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[his gaze lifts, and he sends her one of his endearing smiles.]

[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

[and she smiles brightly right back]