or am i just origami;

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[Sacrilege! An Axel in the kitchen? Fortunately, this one is just sitting near a counter, drinking tea. Yes, tea. Green chai with cinnamon, ginger, and cloves. Having to spend time with Munchkin and those other scientist-types in the Organization unfortunately means picking up a few of their habits (and occasionally being their tea-boy, but why bother with the details?).

He's only here because of the party last night. Champagne + Demyx + Axel = drinking contest = hangover. Despite what people say about sticking with straight water the morning after, the spiciness of the tea is helping him far more. He's actually starting to remember what happened, for one. Now if the headache would just go away...]

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[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[whump goes a hand on the table, plopping three pills down.]

You're gonna need these.

[oooh, he can tell a hangover from a mile away.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[Wince. Could have done without the painful sound stimuli there, Sora.]

Heh. Thanks, kid.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

Mhm!

[settles down next to him.]

You didn't drink 'cause you were depressed, did you?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Nah. Drinking contest. Kinda got out of hand, like they usually do.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[snickers.]

Well, hope you learned your lesson for at least a little.

[tugs up the slipping strap of his summer dress.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Me? Never do.

[glances at the dress] Reason why you're wearing that?

n-need to reread my posts before i post them. [tired]

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head and sighs.]

Well, it started as a project in sixth grade, to make one change in the world. I started wearing dresses to see how many people felt embarrassed by my presence and how many stuck with me no matter what.

In the end, even the ones who were embarrassed got used to it 'cause they liked my friendship. They stopped thinking more about what's on the outside, and well, I never stopped wearing dresses.

guilty here too.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[He can't hold back a chuckle, sorry.]

Man, what is it about you guys? You always sound like you're coming out of a storybook with happy endings.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[h-happy endings? well ...]

I guess that's one way to look at it.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[takes a sip of the tea, feeling it scorch down his throat.]

S'original.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I guess. Everyone here's so depressed, or they're worried about not getting enough sex.

[scratches his arm.] I've never really been that unhappy with my life and I've never had sex so I really can't relate. It almost feels alien to me.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Both of those things aren't all they're cracked up to be, misleading songs and all.

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

[ ...Kind of, possibly, maybe hoping to find you somewhere in the early hours after dawn.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[spots Roxas]

Well, look who it is. Want tea?

[otherwise, he's just going to finish off what's left by himself. Which isn't a bad thing, really.]

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

[Contemplates that inquiry as if he were just asked to recite the Declaration of Independence...as if joining the other after a man-hunt bit of searching actually was something he needed to question.]


Hey there, Fire-Cracker.

[Plays it nonchalant and deposits himself on a nearby counter. Chairs are over-rated.]

Thanks but no thanks... I'm more of a hot-chocolate kind of man.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[there's a smile at the nickname]

Loud noises and me don't really mix right now. But suit yourself.

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

[Shoulders raise in a sheepish expression of apology, voice dropping down to little more than a whisper.]

....I'm sorry. This better?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Heh. It's not your fault, don't worry.

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

Like commands will make me stop....

[Exhales quietly, though not without a little defiance- then it's back to whispers.]

Anything I can do?

[Hefts a leg up to brace against his counter's edge, arms going 'round the appendage in thought.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Thanks, but think I'm okay with this. [taps the glass with the tea] It's not the first time I've been wasted.

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

[Instantly loses a great deal of sympathy once he's informed that it's not a mere headache, and deadpans.]

Ah, so you're one of those.
You know, that's not the reason for the parties here.
Mingling with bottles really doesn't count.

[There's no malice or actual reprimand; in fact if the dull and inflection-absent tone is any suggestion, he's almost reciting this as though it's a knee-jerk reaction. Roxas' mind is certainly elsewhere.

A few moments later he returns to himself.]

Uh huh...Good thing.
I'd probably retract the offer anyway~.
Maybe it'll teach you a lesson.

[It could be that he's teasing, but your guess is as good as anyone's.]

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

[ ooc : Mngh. *Worries* Or..I could not sound like a completely self-absorbed and arrogant prick / his mother. Sorry about that. ]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

(OOC: No worries! He needs it once in a while. And it's pretty hard to offend him anyways.)

Hey, don't look at me. Demyx dragged me into it.

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

Ah, you see..there's my mistake.

[Grins]

I get you mixed up with the big boys here, until you go off and play with them.
Their influence can't be good for someone as naive, impressionable and bereft of free-will as yourself.

[Has draped both arms over each respective draw-up knee, effectively letting the majority of his face burrow somewhere amongst the tangle of limbs.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[laughs]

Sure, sure. See what keeping Dem away from you does to me?