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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[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?

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

Who appointed you as my Knight in Shining Armor?
Because they need to be fired...

[Tries to stretch, and gives up halfway through.]

I think I can manage to merely ignore 'Mr. Time-warp to the 80's', there.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't know. Might be pretty hard to do that now that I've introduced him to video games.

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

You mean- his entire focus is locked onto harassing an electronic game console instead of people?

[Trying to follow.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Nah. He's gotten the thought into his head that he's apparently unbeatable at Brawl, so...don't be surprised if he randomly challenges you.

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

He'll be disappointed...I'm not really interested in playing.

[Roxas is working himself around the words every gamer dreads to hear when he gets second thoughts about something. After dropping legs over the counter top's edge and regaining some manner of a decent sitting position, Roxas makes a beckoning gesture towards Axel. Not watching his mug with rampant curiosity, no.]

C'mere..

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[noted. There might be the faintest trace of a smile as he moves off the stool in favor for a seat on the counter next to Roxas.]

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

[Reaches to take hold of the wrist attached to that mug. Instead of merely stealing the cup, Roxas leans over and takes a tentative sip- using the other's own hand to keep it steady. Of course he's concerned that the gesture may not be appreciated, or even tolerated, so gaze actually remains upon Axel the duration of his 'taste test'.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't really mind, just somewhat relieved Roxas didn't gulp it down. The tea's pretty spicy; Munchkin would've told him to make him a new one were he the one tasting it. But then again, Zexion was a brat when it came to tea.

...which was exactly why Axel made this kind so often.]

What happened to hot chocolate?

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

[Roxas removes himself from the mug, letting Axel's hand go free in the process.]


Surprised me with your tastes...
You never cease to do that, though.

[Unconsciously giving him a look of consideration.]

Anyway.
Thought it wouldn't hurt to see what you like about it.


[Musing]
Certain not..like anything I've had before.
Is it an oriental blend, or something?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

It's more like an attempt to follow a recipe with a moment of "what the hell, screw this" in the middle of it. [sips the tea, clearly unperturbed by the fact Roxas just drunk some of it]

Think it's supposed to be Oriental, yeah.

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

[Smiles widely, genuinely intrigued and appeased by all the information which might have seemed worthless or of no importance to a passer-by.]



Learn something every day~.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you'd be surprised how many things can be improved by setting it on fire for a second.

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

[Laughs]


Suppose you'd be a useful appliance for every household...
Everyone could replace those obsolete machines and upgrade, mmm~?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Nah. The 9-to-5 gig really isn't for me.

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

[Grins, idly scratching at the counter's wood finish.]

Oh well...
Somehow I think the populace might survive.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Good. That'll spare me from this thing you people call "selflessness."

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

.....Not this again~.

[Tries to work himself up towards a stern manner of tone, but honestly- the youth is all smiles today.]


I think you like to preach your wickedness, just to hear me point out all your 'exceptional qualities' to convince you otherwise.

Eventually you're going to have to give me a clue as to what will.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Aw, but what's the fun in that, Rox?

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

Everywhere.

The fun in informing me of this answer cannot be contained to one single location, or even multiple.

It'd be every- damned- place.
For me at least.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Heh. A little desperate, aren't ya. Let's just say it's a bit harder to keep whatever good points I might have memorized for too long.

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

[Attempts to scoot Axel's stool backwards with his feet, though it's unlikely to do much good.]


You like to be the center of my frustrations, don't you?

[Almost slips, but eventually renews his efforts after a heart-beats pause.]

.....Really distresses me when you do that.
I only see positive attributes. And for someone to constantly declare that there's nothing of that nature present...

I wish I could change your mind.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[optimism does not become him. Chalk that up to the loss of a heart and his dwindling lifespan. But there's a pensiveness in his eyes as he glances at Roxas.]

Then I'll change it, if it's gonna bother you so much. Make an effort at least, yeah?