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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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[grins]

Yeah, I think you're right. Hear that? [oh wonderful silence] It's the sound of my heart breaking in half.

And since I'm responsible, suppose it's my duty to patch you up~?

[His turn to peg the other with an inquisitive gaze.]

[oh look at that, he's managed to keep his voice steady AND flippant.]

Heh. Go ahead.

[Shifts to touch the side of his head to Axel's chest, brow furrowed as he observes the red-head's expression with mock concentration. Apparently is trying to 'listen' for the pieces rattling about....if it weren't an entire jestful ploy to pester.]

Mmm...
Should probably locate where each half tumbled off to in there- before I take out the glue and tape.

[the fingers of his hand resting on the sofa suddenly tightens on the material for a second before letting go. Nothing's troubling the Axel here, move along, move along.]

That easy, huh.

Hardly.

[Shifts slightly..as if he's actually searching.]

But if I tell you all the gruesome details about mending these things with the main ingredient of T.L.C. .....you just might escape.

And then I'd never have my chance to scar you emotionally with craft-making products.

[laughs]

T.L.C? Can't believe there are still people brave enough to use that A-C-R-O-N-Y-M.

I do it because I'm thoughtful.

You're much too fragile to hear the expanded version's uncensored wording.

[Y-yawns]
Though, by all means, feel free to compliment me if it makes you so happy.

[hello, recurring fatigue. But now, he doesn't exactly know whether he wants to fall asleep or not.]

Yeah, thanks for being so gracious as to spare me that. I see enough of it every day in here.

......Are we watching the same place?
There's some tenderness towards the munchkins running around, and the occasional attempt towards caring for those injured.

But, I must not have caught much of that being The 'L' word.

[Spares you, at least a third of it. And...catches on to the less than energized attitude, chewing on the inside of lip.]

I can go....
[Gestures 'away' to suggest that he'd leave the other to regain some of his energy.]

Nah, not that 'L' word.

[the inflection makes the meaning clear; so he took the word "uncensored" literally. And it's true, there's not a lot of actual "love" around. Save from people with hearts like the Soras and Rikus. And...the Roxae, but Axel pays little attention to that. For obvious reasons. Yet for the same reasons, he noticeably stills when Roxas mentions leaving.]

No. I...It's okay. Not that tired, and I don't need that much sleep anyways.

[Probably would prefer having a play date with the Blue-haired fellow rampaging through the Dressing Room...than even breech that subject with Axel. But at least they seem to relatively agree.]

[So...Never really did move, did he?]

Well, if you do end up nodding off, I'll repay the favor from earlier.

[Not spelling it out. Nor telling the other that there is no way in hell he himself will be sleeping any time soon. Uhm. So...pretty much denies you all information about anything. Yeah, sounds about right.]

[glances at the floor. His tone of voice is totally teasing:] Y'know, I have a strange feeling there's not going to be any danger of my destroying furniture in my sleep.

[seriously] But thanks. Appreciate it.

[......Actually his mind had sort of..completely ignored the wreckage and his likely hand in it all. Too busy with the dfgjk?! going on inside DreamLand to worry about things like the silly material world or tangible objects shattering into pointy little harbingers of death.

Might have chosen a better place to be when reminded of all that not quite nightmar-y-~~good~~ness. Or could just ignore it.]

[Smiles]

Any time...

[voice is considerably softer:] It's not like I'd pass up a chance to talk to you, anyways.

[Can't help the sudden tinge of pain which works it's way over his expression. It's silly and for reasons having little to directly do with this mention, but what this makes him recall seems worthy of such a gesture.]

I-
Know what you mean.

[that does not escape Axel's notice, and he's pretty sure he knows what Roxas's mind is going back to. He nods, wishing he hadn't brought it up...but the words themselves were somewhat involuntary. Awkward silence is a go.]

[You'd think anxiety or a fit of restlessness would go hand-in-hand with the looming quiet. Roxas would have placed his money on that at any other time. There is none, however, from his side of the proverbial table.

As distressing the topic may be, and though both their minds must be wandering on it fairly steadily; Roxas is incapable of pushing himself into a more dire mood.

Maybe the responsible party is that eerie calm which comes from Roxas' chosen recline. Yes, a certain someone is still pillowed so that every word or motion from his companion is amplified then radiated directly to him. There is no middleman of distance or air, so all of it feels much more vivid... and real enough to act as proof of Axel's continued existence for another breath, heartbeat or moment.

On more thing which shouldn't be, but is. In more than one way.]

Hm~
You kept your promise.
[ One twitch of mouth follows in the wake of this almost nostalgic thought.]

[there's a short laugh. Relief, amusement, genuine disbelief - he doesn't know and he doesn't care.]

So I did. I'm making too many of those nowadays.

Now you've got me curious..

[As soon as Axel's chuckle begins his tags along after. Roxas is not so much tickled by the sheer fact of the frequent oath-making, but how it feels to have the other laugh directly under his cheek. Reciprocating the soft echo he catches from his companion's chest just feels like a natural reaction. ]

Tell me all about it?

[Rethinks this, as other instances that sworn declarations have been made might be of a private nature.]

Or...anything really.
I- enjoy listening to your voice...

[he would rather not. It wasn't admitting it in the first place, and getting into the specifics at this point is a little more difficult. Not that he doesn't trust this Roxas or anything like that.]

Is that so. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not one for pontification.

Sort of leaves us with the silence...

[It wasn't a baited question, and more or less was purposefully said to ignore the option most likely to come if one of them wasn't about to converse. Talking about himself was all fine and dandy- but Roxas somehow had the feeling his world's Axel might come up. Maybe it was mere paranoia to worry. But how do you explain to someone that...you come from a place where they never existed?

So said his meager memories, at least. ]

[shrugs and smiles apologetically. If Roxas only knew how rare actual peace and quiet was for him, occurring so seldom that Axel has developed a preference for it. Strange penchant for someone whose sphere of influence was fire...but also logical in a twisted way.

But one-on-one conversations also fell in the same category.]

Ever tried sea-salt ice cream?

Sea...what?

You're really serious huh?
Though, anything made from Ocean salt sounds...

[Makes a noise of mild revulsion while crinkling his nose at the notion of something having the flavor of beach sand. ]

Can't say I have~

Wow. You're deprived for a Roxas.

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