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[Pretends to have no idea at all as to why he's waking hours before dawn and fleeing from any remotely darkened room, which may induce sleep. Nightmares? What nightmares?

On another note, rediscovers how much coffee and Roxas mesh much like the contents of a train-wreck. Maybe it's just the nature of being rudely awakened, then denying yourself any rest through the night or following morning, which makes downing the muddy bilious stuff torture. This is shown by the way he's squinting blue-ringed eyes at the ceramic mug which said...unholy liquid..is growing tepid within.

Perhaps that glare could will it away, because getting up and walking to the sink ...isn't an option. Not when curling up in the embrace of a toasty-warm sofa is possible instead.

And it's so peaceful that he can't resist shutting one eye for a while... or maybe both. But they're blinking open after a minute or ten, so that's not encouraging sleep- right? Then neither is propping head on knees, arms around legs and letting the afghan fall over his eyes a bit. ....Not sleeping. No, no.

..Roxas is just still awake if he's -thinking- & concentrating on his thoughts in order to stay conscious. Mmhm~ Right.. t-thinki-..]

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[Dead to the world.]

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[well, she's liked the dawn, so she's used to getting up early for that brief moment of watching the sunrise. There may be no such thing around here, but old habits die hard. She's fumbling for a cigarette, half asleep, when she sees him.

Well, this is odd. But she decides not to disturb him]

[Roxas shifts, though it's of the most minuscule amount that few would notice, lest they were paying attention. Within this movement he's opened both eyes and appears, for all logical assumptions to be awake. However, that thought is dispelled by how suddenly the boy is jolting upright....at last making the transition, and literal leap, from non-reality into the tangible world.

In his attempt to obtain a standing position he's slammed his knee into the coffee table not a foot away, sending the thrice-damned drink to it's demise.

And yet for all of it, not a word or sound is uttered.]

[She jumps, looking over at him, confused]

You... okay?

[maybe he's still asleep, but she wouldn't want that mess to stay there. Yeesh]

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[Roxas barely registers the lady wearing a likened visage, and occupies his first waking moments hastily scrubbing the whole of his face. Eventually things like names, events, places...and rules of engagement click in place. There, he's back from whatever had been lingering at the corners of his mind.]

Hi~.

[He's all wholehearted smiles and contemplative looks.]

Didn't see you there....

You going to be okay there?

[quirks an eyebrow at him, still leaning down and trying to clean up]

[This Axel's activities last night? Found the vampire Axel who traumatized the Sora he knows, managed to make himself forcibly walk away (he really made promises too easily, especially to Roxae)...and then promptly got into a mock fight with a Demyx. Who said you can't find an outlet for your anger at the same time you're having fun?

Now though...though Nobody replicas don't need as much sleep as the average person, he does have his limits. Crimson spikes dry and wearing a new Organization coat he snagged from somewhere, he's just looking for a place to sleep now. Hey, sofas! He promptly flops down on one of them, too tired to notice or care about whoever that other person on that other sofa is.]

[Remaining undisturbed amongst the remaining couch, Roxas has yet to stir. His posture and position reflect the firm grasp upon unconsciousness he maintains, or only gives spectators the impression gravity has a gradual yet determined grasp upon him. It's not only how Roxas appears to sink into a deeper and deeper slouch as the moments tick off, but his atypically loose-limbed gesture radiates that too. Guarded as he is, the rag-doll effect of strewn arms and crooked head-tilt only drive home how sleep deprived his nights must be.

Thankfully he must be resting sounding enough to be somewhere in the middle of REM, if the way Roxas' fingers and shoulder twitch are any suggestion.]

....

[Now he remembers how bordering-on-painful these coats were the first time he wore one. Yes, it would've made more sense to take it off before going to sleep, but fatigue brings on apathy pretty quickly. It's not interfering too much yet, so all he does is shift around to try to get more comfortable. Not quite sleeping yet: drifting in and out of consciousness, head resting on one arm while the other dangles down, fingertips touching the floor.]

[Or maybe not.

Anyone in earshot would hear the way one leg is thrown off it's perch upon the sofa's edge and sent almost viciously crashing into the glass-plated stand in front of Roxas.

Which was a crying shame. Whoever tries to fix it is going to have a hell of a time getting that much replacement glass here.

To be honest-
The culprit deserved, as the most lenient punishment, to be ~~tarred and feathered~~ a good lecture for damaging the snazzy....and expensive looking... property here. That or be forced to abide by the universal "Break it? Bought it!" philosophy.

Well, said same 'outlaw' would have earned as much, if he appeared anything but very much present in a fitful slumber. Roxas' mild shifting had escalated, running from a zero to sixty scale in so many seconds. One might think the behavior, and his look of mild frustration, resembled a sluggish or half-hearted struggle against..invisible sheets, perhaps.

Or another person.]

...mng.

[Oh, wide awake now. Breaking glass in any instance is never good, and a dark telltale glow in the redhead's hand almost becomes an actual fireball before he realizes that...nothing's there. Nothing except for a fidgeting form on a nearby sofa. And glass shards on the floor. The to-be flames die away as Axel sits up, those green eyes searching the false-dawn shadows.]

Rox?

[Who's have known that was the magic word? How unoriginal. Then again something with flourish and a heavy accentuated foreign tongue might have been a bit too peculiar an 'incantation' for waking the unconscious.

To be honest, the Dozing Boy Wonder there likely wouldn't have caught that had he been in possession of all his mental capabilities, including awareness and hearing. But, the timing happened to be on the spot. So up he is...

And though Roxas doesn't act as though his resting place is on fire, and leap from it as he'd performed much much earlier...later..something-er; his reaction does have it's own...unique.. flare.

More or less behaves as though oxygen is the latest trend, or that he'd been watching Friday the Thirteenth re-runs in the snug catacombs of dreamland.

The gasp is quiet more of shock than blood-curling horror, and while it's no match for the grade A table-abuse...his own voice brings him to the present.

.....Where he promptly locks eyes with Axel, and breaks out into a cold sweat. You'd think the other man was dressed up as Mr. Kruger himself, or better yet- a Vegas showgirl with feather boa in tow.]

(OOC: W-what. XD)

[Doesn't move off the sofa just yet...not with the broken glass littering the floor. Had that not been there, he would have, after seeing Roxas's frightened reaction.]

Sorry. Didn't mean to scare ya.

( ooc : Axel!nightmare? Sort of. Sorry for being confusing... )

[Forces his head to turn, passing the understood 'No, You didn't' on before he has the capacity to find those words. It hardly matters if he's riding all the truth of that unspoken claim on a technicality.]

Don't worry about it.

[First instincts are to wipe at his hairline and try to regain some composure after what must have been a spectacularly awful scene.]

(OOC: please to be going away now showgirl!Axel. XD;)

You okay? It didn't look like you were having the most peaceful of dreams.

( ooc : ...asdhk. Yes. )

[No, we do not like that topic. Let's drive this conversation anywhere else but there..even if it means a dead end or wall.]

You....

Watched out for me- while I slept?

[That...was meant to be a serious question. But, good job. It somehow backfires and -he's- the one that takes it like a direct hit. Only this Roxas could manage a feat so stupendous. Cue looking for something im-por-tante on the floor....or anywhere but Axel's face. Quick! Find a penny so this makes sense and not more Crazy! You have enough.]

[He wants to say "yes" to that question. Really. But as proven before, he doesn't feel comfortable at all lying to a Roxas (apparently he considers just not telling someone different; if they didn't ask, he's going to keep it to himself).]

Well...in the seconds before you woke up, yeah.

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*Likely has to head off. Will be back in the early am.*

I have no life, so I'll probably be on.

Likely has to head off. Will be back in the early am.