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[newblades.livejournal.com]

[he's exactly the way he was when he first appeared-- that is, fast asleep with the hood to his coat drawn up. rather than on the floor, though, he's seated at a desk amidst a mountain of papers and books.]

[not really a place he'd normally find himself, but maybe Roxas is more worn out the he'd care to admit.]

Comments

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Well-!

[great, he has to actually think about an excuse for this one.]

Your neck'll get a crick in it, for one.

[newblades.livejournal.com]

So what?

[llameante.livejournal.com]

So that's bad. Don't you know anything?

[newblades.livejournal.com]

I can think of a lot worse things.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, being in pain's never fun. Got it memorized?

[newblades.livejournal.com]

Hey, Axel?

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[guess who's been watching the whole time, anyway.]

Yeah?

[newblades.livejournal.com]

The Samurai found lots of hearts here that they think would suit you.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Don't be shy, lay it on me.

[newblades.livejournal.com]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

S-A-M-U-R-A-I-S found this, huh.

[newblades.livejournal.com]

Yes. They located the hearts, and I made the list.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

You're a bad liar, Rox'.

[pockets it anyway.]

[newblades.livejournal.com]

... They did help, though.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

... thanks.

[newblades.livejournal.com]

That's what friends do, right?

[llameante.livejournal.com]

... yeah.

[someplace where Axel's heart once was might be aching.]

[newblades.livejournal.com]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[... watches Roxas for a little while longer before slipping out.]