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[pause--... frown.]

Axel?

[waves--er, kind of] Hey Roxas.

[grabs his wrist.]

What did you do?

Tried to wash a plate.

[... sigh. his eyes soften, and he takes out a brush.]

[waits patiently]

[draws his hands on again. probably a very weird sensation of tickling and stinging.]

[looks a little oddly at his hands, moving his fingers once he can feel them] Thanks.

[smiles a little.]

Try not to get rid of these, okay? I worked hard on you.

[smile] I'll do my best. [dragon comes along, cooing at Roxas]

[Have a Roxas standing in the doorway you're about to plow through, very much frozen in place. God only knows if it's because of your....situation...or who you're supposed to resemble.]

...Y-

[Give him a moment to decide on whether he wants to help or pretend he's part of the scenery.]

You're..hurt!

[Potential nurse-maid it is.]

No, no, I'm fine. [waves a handless arm thing] I just tried to wash dishes. And paint tends to wash off.

Paint....?

[Now the boy looks absolutely devastated, despite how he doesn't hesitate to gently reach out and touch the truncated ends of those hands. Roxas cannot even begin to imagine what life must be like when your body is formed of such a substance. It's...tragic, actually.]

Yea, paint. [lets him do whatever, though thinks it's a little odd]

[Withdraws hands with an apologetic look.]

Well.
Some aren't used to seeing...

[Flicks eyes towards the other.]

Don't suppose anyone enjoys sympathy, though.

It's ok. Kind of used to it in here. I'm probably the only one in here who's a painting.

Seems unfair that you're very much alive..but still so vulnerable.

[Shoulders rise as he pries a bit into matters which may cause displeasure.]

Can't imagine what it's like.

[plus your entire existence is in the hands of the god who painted you who gets very annoyed with you sometimes and threatens to erase your mouth]

It's not quite as bad as you make it out to be.

Mmhm~

At least you are alive, living a very contented life- one would hope.

[Trying not to marvel excessively. This place is still far too much to take in stride, without a little wonder.]

Anyway-
Forgive me for grabbing at you.

[Backing up, considering on leaving before his welcome runs out.]

You seem a little scared, kid. [smirks slightly] What's up?

...No. Not at all. You don't frighten me.

[But doing my best to not come off as even more of a strange or obnoxious individual than I started off. Roxas decides to omit that last little tidbit, and is content to be delayed in his exit attempt.]

If anything I'm amazed.

Amazed? Huh. Never really heard that one before.

So why the backing away?

...Would it make sense that I wanted to leave the conversation before you got tired of me?

[Pockets hands as he tilts his head to one side in contemplation.]

I've noticed here that people can easily get irritated and abruptly end a conversation. It's almost like...a race.

That doesn't give best feeling in the world, so- thought I could bow out gracefully to prevent it.

...but if you don't mind my presence.

[Hopeful? Sure.]

Some people here are like that.

I won't unless you piss me off.

[Settles upon a nearby chair.]

I won't intentionally try to.

Then we should get along fine. [smirk]

One less person out to use my hide as a throw rug is a welcome relief.

[Mimics the expression, a little less tense than he started off as.]

Oh that's always a fun thing to be.

Thrilling.

[Smirks.]

See, it's even more fun when the only people you can annoy are either gods or people who can actually erase you. Exciting times.

[That- trips him up a bit and knocks the sincerity out of Roxas' smile.]

....And yet you said I made it out to be worse than it actually is-
When you have to fear those kinds of outcomes?

[waves his hand- he has them back now, his roxas drew them in] Apparently I also suck at jokes.

[nevermind this is actually true, but he has fun doing it]

[Can't help but find himself pleasantly surprised at the renewed appendages, as well as the facts of his attempted humor.]

No, you're perfectly fine.

And accidentally making me curious about your life.

Well, we can't have that.

[Chuckles, lifting hands as if to surrender the topic and no longer attempt to breech it.]

Anyway.
My humor can get mistaken for other things, like aggression or distress.

So I know what it's like to feel as though you're horrible at jokes.

I normally get blank stares or fake punches.

At least instead of that I had a panic attack over your plausible mistreatment.

That's.....better. Somehow.
Maybe?

[laughs] Whatever you say.

[Smiles]

So what does a masterpiece do in their spare time?

Besides dishes~?

Well, I do have a bit of talent in art myself. Comes with the job description, really. And recently there's been this thing. [jerks thumb back at dragon]

She is hard to miss...

[Laughs, only to cut himself off and do a sort of mellow double-take.]

I'm sure you're very talented.

...Always admired artists, even if I haven't got the skill myself.

(wow. he's amazed by the dragon, and-HOLY CRAP HIS HANDS)

What happened!?

Washed some dishes.

...Huh?

(doesn't understand how that works)

[laughs] I'm a painting. And paint tends to wash off.

Oh. That's kind of weird.

(hemophilia is pretty weird, too, though)