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[up in the attic by himself, though the ladder is still down]

[has thrown his wet, bloodied and torn coat onto a few boxes - is working on bandaging his stomach, covering the nearly closed gouge at his side]

[takes a swig of water from a bottle on top of a dusty box as he makes his way over to the corner of the room, which is stacked with about a dozen old comforters and pillows] [sits down on top of them, pokes at the healing wound next to his shoulder] Ow!

.... [sighs, slowly falls backwards onto a few pillows and looks at the rafters]

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[and here's Axel, carefully climbing up with the potions and such the other Sora got for him. Movement is still somewhat painful. Stupid Larxene. He puts all this down by Demyx and sits down next to him. Doesn't speak.

He's not a sadist, but right now he wishes for Larxene to just go die in an excruciatingly painful manner.]

[reclining with the back of his hand on his forehead, pulls his eyes from the ceiling to look at Axel]

Are you alright?

I'm fine.

[takes off his own ruined coat and tosses it up there before examining the slash marks on his arm. Thanks to Aerith, it looks a lot better than it did earlier; there's only four faint lines there now.]

I brought up more stuff if you need it. [taps a potion bottle in the pile of healing-assorted items.]

[glances at the potion, looks away]

Nah, you need it.

...Axel, I'm sorry. It was my own fault. I should've stayed up here, like you told me to.

[twists his head so he can look at the burn on his shoulder, which is healing considerably faster than all his other wounds.]

If I've gotten rid of her faster, it wouldn't have mattered.

[bites his lower lip, thinks that's just an excuse]

...You can be honest, you know. [not looking at him]

[gets the wrong impression from those words, so he instantly turns to look at Demyx.]

What d'you mean?

[shakes head] It's my fault, I know it.

[smile] That's why I was sent to the Underworld to begin with. To test the "new" Sora. [looks down] Everyone knows I can't handle anything. So it didn't matter what happened.

...Sorry.

[flops back on the pile of comforters/pillows, thus joining Demyx in rafter-watching.]

Don't apologize. She's my problem to deal with, Dem.

[looks over at him, carefully turns to face him without harming any of his wounds]

...I was just worried about you.

[still staring up at the rafters, but there's a trace of his old arrogant smirk on his lips.]

I must be losing my touch, then.

[laughs] No... I'm just paranoid.

[bites lower lip and looks at him]

... I think the potion's working, my shoulder feels better. Think it'll scar? [peers down at it]

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[mock-frown, gets up on his elbow to be at the same level] I am not! Only about scars. And my hair. ...And my boots.

[snickers.]

I think scars are kinda sexy. On you at least.

[laughs and falls back down to the pillow] Well, good luck finding any on me.

Do mine ears detect a challenge~?

[wide smile] Maaaybe...

Heh.

[leans forward and brushes his lips over Demyx's briefly before letting himself lean back on the pile of soft things, forsaking pillows and using his interlinked hands instead.]

Maybe later. You're still hurt.

[pouts and rolls over onto his stomach to look at Axel] Fine... [sticks tongue out, takes two fingers and gently pokes Axel's teardrop markings]

[playfully bats Demyx's hand away.]

Hey, watch it. Those cost a lot of munny.

Guess I have expensive taste. [smiles and kisses the one closest to him]

[and all he has to do is move his head a little bit and - whoops, that's his lips you're kissing instead, Demyx.]

[opens eyes, not what he was expecting]

[eh, pleasant surprise!] [doesn't stop]

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