kingdomdressing | ........You start a fire inside that I could never control...........

[So much for that party... Axel wanders just as he'd told Demyx--with intent to find the host and figure out why things were just so...homecomingish. Instead, he found something a little more...]

What the hell? [glances around, stepping about on the squishy carpeting to a door] Hello--? [He knocks twice, hoping some broad hadn't left the sink on after washing her hands. Someone was going to be pissed.]

Anybody?

[Whatever, he opens the door and slides on in, shutting it behind him.]

[ ooc : ~~*Hyperventilates.*~~ .....Nervous? Me? It is to laugh. ]

[And in the meantime, sleeping Beauty there is blissfully grabbing one catnap with a side of 'Oh God No!' nightmares. Lowfat variety. How did this happen? Well let me tell you a story....]
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[He'd lasted longer than first anticipated, managing to survive the first and second waves of guests- as well as succeed in convincing the Namine he'd grown fond of here to take a little twirl out on the dance floor. But- soon after that, his exhaustion hit, reminding the youth of every joint which existed inside his body- as well as simultaneously sending the message that they had all rusted over and creaked, groaned and ached like he were fifty decades older.

The sense that Roxas was toting around several hundred pounds of lead upon his shoulders made it impossible to linger; and he'd happily distracted those nearby with suggestions of this or that- only to slink off when they were not paying attention. He didn't want to spoil the mood, and though the blond had no plans in hell of actually calling it a night, Roxas would have rather shut himself up in his room and done cross-words, written letters to family members who'd never get them, and even pace the room till dawn- if it'd prove to be a reprieve from the dreams.

Sure, maybe he was over-doing it. They were dreams. Everyone got dreams.
Right?

......

f-.fasdhk. No way, he's going to stay awake until the deprivation drags him into a dreamless slumber. That was the game plan. Still.. This was going on for how long? He'd not actually -slept- for more than thirty to fourty minutes since... What day was it? Friday, right...the dance. It hardly mattered. With the days blurring into one another.

Maybe a shower would help.

............

A. Nice. Cold. Shower. Yes.]

_{ooc: XD oh stop that *hugs*}

[Alright...all he was getting back was silence...any maybe the sound of running water. Sheesh! Even he wasn't this irresponsible! But regardless, he trekked further in, following the soppy carpet. Axel swore under his breath, muttering about how the mess would have ruined his other pair of boots, not really considering that he had no reason to complain at all--what with the good weather resistant ones on.]

Bathroom, huh? Ready or not... {He pushes the door open and]

Roxas?!

[Shit shit! IS that one his?! --or one of the other crazy doubles running around? but he steps in far too quickly, only to promptly slips on the tiles as the water held back by said door gushes out--cracking his head against the slick floor. Nope. not his day at all.]

[Noggin smashing? Screw Princes on their white horses, that's enough to raise Snow White over there. And perfect timing too, because rolling over to drown in an inch of water really isn't the most glamorous way to bite the dust.

So you'll have to excuse Roxas as he chokes and sputters, looking very much like someone 'Up There' was having the damnedest time trying to drown him. Let's color him in a hue of 'shock' for now; far too busy trying to put his head on straight to notice the gigantic figure in black with -bright- flaming-red hair. .....If he weren't sleep deprived, someone might worry about his powers of observation.]

[Axel curses up a storm, jerking upright, sitting there curled up with hands gripping his head. Nothing smarts quite as much as smashing your head against the floor. But the hardness of the floor is of no concern. At east not for Axel.]

Roxas--shit--are you alright?!

[He practically crawls over to the shower, dragging himself along--because one certain does not walk a wet floor after slipping only seconds previously.]

Say something to me, already!

[Axel didn't lay hands on the other just yet, but he was certainly looming well enough--so close in fact that the shower spray was flattening his usually buoyant spikes.]

[Just try to construct one of -the- most embarrassing episodes of your life. Stick the person you're closest to there. Stir, bake, let cool for five minutes and- tada. Instant apocalypse.

Being found on his hands and knees, soaking wet, in his once-shower/now-lake....by Axel was enough to make the boy finish off the job the higher powers had been attempting, and internally combust right there. It was the end of the ever-loving world, and Roxas was matching Axel's 'do very nicely right about now.]

..G-get out!

[The boy isn't aware of how this scene, plus his added struggle to be left alone, might look. But at the moment, the main priority is having said red-head -not- see him looking so hopelessly pathetic, ridiculous and utterly laughable.]

[And, it doesn't even register that...this might not be

a_ccidentalism, the only fire-element he's spent multiple occasions sharing conversations with. The only person...so he'd assume...that would be there screaming at him, out of sheer concern, in what must look like some half-assed teenage suicide attempt.]

[Soaking wet from the waist up (and soon to be from the waist down if all that water keeps dripping down his neck) with a pounding headache--being told to up and amscray wasn't the top thing on Axel's list that he wanted to hear. Hell, it wasn't on the list at all. So he rallied back with what came naturally.]

No!

...I-..

[Well doesn't that create a major internal conflict. Roxas is immediately torn in two with a set of options in his hands as different as night and day. An overwhelming desire to yield is borne under the weight of the visibly apparent anger his 'friend' is displaying. Yet, at the same time, he's got half a mind to meet Axel's asserted dominance over the situation and drive him out of the room, and out of eye-sight, whatever it takes.

Roxas comes to a compromise with the warring halves and actually works himself out of the shower-stall with a slow-but-steady routine of careful motions and much wall-support. The little tiff is bringing a sense of clarity into his previously muddled mind; so the youth finds himself swaying very little as he dons two towels beside where Axel is kneeling. Next plan of business? Forming the excellent idea of finding one of the room's corners to die from embarrassment in.]

[Oh no. Oh no no no. Roxas was getting out that easily. No one just up and wandered out of a situation versus Axel like that. Ever.]

Hey--! Where do you think you're going? [He sounds angrier than he actually is. There's more relief to it than anything else, but there's just something about seeing the face of your best friend snubbing you to put a nasty tone in your voice.]

Don't turn your back on me, Rox! Where the hell have you been?

[Of course, if this isn't the Roxas he's looking for, then Axel's probably going to be in a ton of trouble.]

[Poor boy is still under the naive impression that this Axel is the one he's been ~~puppy-dogging~~ worrying over thanks to some king of twisted nurturing instinct that's risen up in the wake of losing contact with his brother. People do that when they los-... are away from..family. It's a misplaced feeling that will go away as soon as the other can locate -his- Roxas...like everyone else has done.

But still. Doesn't mean he's not very much acting like the little-brother in this situation; and tucking tail when the elder comes a calling.]

...m-mngh.

[The grunt is aimed at sounding irate. That strangled noise, however- really only made you sound like the wounded runt you make yourself out to be, Roxas.]

I've been here...
If you needed to talk so badly, you could have just come to see me.

[Ah, the joys of being vague. You see...Roxas had just spoken to the Axel he knows during that bash. The red-head's inqury makes sense to him, and is taken, as though it's asking why he abandoned the party. A shame that their interpretations of this are coming up as entirely different things. Or maybe luckily... Roxas might not react well to learning that this is a 'stranger', for all intensive purposes.]

What the hell are you talking about?

[The snapping has stopped, replaced by an almost confused, almost (but not quiet) hurt expression. Axel stands on wobbly legs, supporting himself with the lip of the sink.]

Roxas--I just got here last night. What are you going on about? Hell--! It was luck I found you in here! And for that matter--!

[Oh, here it goes again--that protective streak, almost possessive enough to be that of family, despite the fact that they couldn't be any less related. He sighed, a heavy weight slipping off his shoulders.]

...for that matter...forget it.
I'm just glad to see you again.

...............

[Prepare for all hell to break lose in T-minus...]

No..

[Head is shaking slowly, his confusion evident.]

We were at the ball last night.
I played with your eye-patch.

[Slowly now he's murmuring, like a child pleading for their precious Santa to be more than a figment of their ignorant dreams. As if saying these words will set the world back on track and his head on straight. He's not tensing up and looking very much like bolting or breaking in half are his next plans of action.]
You remember. Right?

[Denial ain't just a river, baby. Sad to say, though, Roxas was fervently dog-paddling the current on this little tangent of certainly. Holding onto for dear life, the youth was certain that nothing had changed from several hours before. And the person he'd -thought- had come bolting into his god. damned. shower was one of two people he trusted here.

No. He's not going to accept this shattering of his little fictitious reality just yet. Nothing else made sense!]

[His heart skipped a beat--nay, stopped even for a moment. Or at least that's what it felt like to Axel.]

C'mon Rox... what are you taking about. I never saw you at the party. I was off talking to the Demyx wannabes--the Jareth dorks? You couldn't miss them... [He was reaching for something, anything, but coming up empty handed.]

Roxas, I wasn't wearing an eyepatch...hell--I've been wearing this the whole time.

[Stuck in leather pants all night. That couldn't be fun. And neither could this talk. It was twisting in Axel's stomach like a knife--pressed in to the hilt and turning. What was Roxas going on about? Didn't he--?]

Roxas...It's me. Axel.

[He reaches for the other, hesitant, seeing the panic in the blue eyes.]

Don't you...

...remember?

[Who was the wild animal now? Roxas violently jerked backward as though Axel had lurched forward in order to take a pound of flesh out of him, in the place of offering a consoling touch. The glassy-eyed and all too feverish look scrawled haphazardly about every inch of his face only radiated that same intensity.

He was alone in his bathroom with some lunatic who thought they knew him. Obviously the flame-thrower had the wrong Roxas, but- people got a little loony here, and he had the rising suspicion that this guy wasn't taking no for an answer.

One flick of his peripherals said that this was made even worse by the shut door....and Roxas' very classy attire which likely was ten pounds of unnecessary water weight. A shame he couldn't just hit the 'Pause' button on this select Bit o' Crazy and change clothing then make a run for the exit... before his personal stalker started talking about being BFF's!, getting matching charm bracelets and living in a house with ten cats together.]

You've got the wrong guy..

I don't know who the hell you are.

[Another step backwards and he's behind his wheeled chair, ready to -chuck- it at the intruder if need be.]

(OOCAxel: *with a batch of kittens mewing behind him* B-but...you mean-- *hold up a set of charm bracelets* --you don't want it?)

[Woah! Hey now! The situation had gone from bad to worse and Axel wasn't the smoothest guy to be handling negotiations.]

Come on, Roxas...calm down...

[He shuffled himself back, giving Roxas room to breathe, hands held right up where Roxas could see them.]

--sure you remember me. Friends, right? Best year of your life? Maybe?

[Axel was certain he wasn't the sort of fellow easily forgotten. Something has gone awry. Something awful. But at the very least he's found the other again. That was better than nothing. Unless of course, Roxas bolted--leaving Axel at square one yet again...]

[ oocRoxas: Help me, somebody....*Clawing at the opposite wall.*]

[He was chilled, and though it was to be expected when drenched in a drafty room....that kind of sensation paled in comparison to how the very blood seemed to freeze within his veins. A few simple words can practically downed the youth, compelling him to stay still as though both feet had cemented themselves to the floor with a system of roots.

Friends.]

...I don't know you. I..don't.
I don't know who the hell you are!

[It had almost won him over. Almost. But the crashing wave of anxiety which split forth at that tiny, little word of pathetically idealistic and childish notion- broke a floodgate of distress, which Roxas immediately balled up into answer and threw at his Bathroom Break-in Buddy. Oh, and the chair too...though it's more shoved with all the angry force one underweight man can muster, into the general direction where the very confused red-head was. And that's all it takes for him to bolt for the door, soggy clothing be damned.]

[The twist of sword. The coup de gras. The hero crumpled and the curtain fell.]

Roxas! NO--!

[Axel lunged for the other, only to miss by a hair. Roxas was out of reach. And by the time Axel fumbled his way out of the wet bathroom and back out onto the soggy carpeting, Roxas was long gone.

This time, he didn't swear. Didn't utter a word.

It was a growl--a snarl of pent up something as he slammed a fist against the wall. He'd fucked up and fucked up BADLY. No...he was going to get out and bring reinforcements. If Roxas wasn't going to come willingly...

Unfortunately for Axel, as he would later find out...there was no way out.

Plan B, anyone?]

....eh? Gross.

[his bare feet have gotten wet, so he decides to investigate this matter and opens the door]

[The rooms were usually all identical, having been made in the mindset of similarity by whatever omnipotent creature the DR was. Those familiar with their own would have realized it was a bathroom door from which the copious liquid was steadily streaming out from. That gave a person a few guesses as to where it was coming from. Regardless, there's not a sound of any human life ( or inhuman for that matter ), and no noise registers outside the steady sound of H20 going about it's merry way.]

[follows the stream of water and steam that seems to be coming from the place. This keyblade has always been way too curious for his own good]

'Lo?

[Somehow Roxas, despite his -very- few blessings, had the gift of being a light sleeper. The noise of a voice is luckily enough to coax his subconscious out of it's prior perch within DreamLand; and he instinctively makes a "Five More Minutes Mom" noise of irritation. .....Before realizing he's -soaking- wet from head to toe, sitting on slick tiles, in the stead of swaddled in warm sheets.
Talk abour rude awakenings.

At least that..makes him a bit more vocal.]

...A-ah!

[jumps at that noise. He wasn't sure what to expect from whoever was in there]

You... okay?

[Roxas is no fool, and he's sure the shower isn't trying to kill him... but like he's going to dawdle in getting out of there lickey-split. It takes all of .5 seconds for the boy to get the door out of his way and climb out. Fully clothed, choking like he'd heard a bad standup joke, and wearing a nice set of raccoon-eyes...

The fellow looks like he's had an..interesting night.]

....S-sorry!

I..think..I fell asleep trying to- take a shower.

[Talk about a fall from grace. Last night he was the ball's host, and today? He looks like Lindsay Lohan right after she's crawled out of a club at 3am.]

...who does that?

[quirks a brow at him. What an odd fellow]

[Rubs a hand across his eyes, trying to get the water....which stings very much, thanks..out of his eyes.]

Not many, I'm sure.
I've just over done it, and I'm a bit tired~.

Don't worry about me.

[Manages a smile as he reaches for a towel to wrap around his shoulders. He's a bit self-conscious despite the clothes.]

Don't catch a cold, Roxas.

[yeah, he can still worry even if he thinks this one is a little bit of a weirdo, so he grabs another towel to wrap around him]

[Smiles warmly at the person wearing his sibling's face, all together unsure of how to thank him.]

....You're very kind. And I'm eternally grateful for the help.

[Scritches at his cheek]

So....
Guess I owe you one.

Eh? No. My wielder told me to be nice, so I'm naturally nice. Part of who I am.

I'm lucky that you have such a fine owner, then.

[Mulls]
Please give them my regards and sincere thanks, at least....

Can't. Don't know where he is.

I can tell my new wielder though.

[grins at this prospect]

Now you should go get dry.

I will.

[Reflexively rubs at his hair with one end of the towel.]

Thank again~

........You start a fire inside that I could never control...........

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redo lol

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