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You wanna get out alive? Then Baby.... Run. For. Your. Life.

[Talk about tigers pacing their cages. The way this one had circled the dressing room, stealthily of course, suggested he had more than a little restlessness boiling up and raging within. The place was spacious, yes. But that did not at all mean that he was sufficiently entertained.

At this point he just might consider babysitting....

Or if Roxas doesn't need putting in time-out or locked in a room to drown out his angsting, he'd look over the actual munchkins. Maybe do a little crayon work, finger painting, 11th century history.

You know, simple stuff.

Someone stop him before he starts pestering the girls again. They really don't like it.]

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Nope.
You'll have to introduce me to them sometime.

[Please do rise to the occasion. It's keeping him all together very amused, occupied and able to meet his daily quota for 'Drama Caused by Axel'.

And that measely little article upon his head, it's been discarded with a precise flick of fingers in the midst of your rant.

Whiiiich, is what he's currently mulling about. You see, you will regret it. Give him a moment to decide the how, when and where.]

And I have a lot of problems.
I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

[If he'd meant this in a sexual manner, what so ever, then it doesn't show by the way he carelessly gives Demyx's chest a nonchalant shove- that is strong enough to force the other back a good step or two.]

Of course I will.

[Mumbles, feeling as if he was a pot of boiling water about to overflow. He'd never really gotten this irritated before, it was weird how the other could get such a reaction out of him like this.]

By the way you're acting I bet you have endless problems~

[His eyebrows knit together smacking the hand away before he went back a few steps.]

I don't have any problems!

[He barked back. Oh, he just found a spot.]

Uh-huh.

Sell it to someone who believes it, Dew-Drop.
Ev-er-y-body has problems.

[Gestulates with his index finger, spinning it 'round in a circle to indicate each and every little 'soul' present in this predicament, and then some.]

Some of us just happen to -enjoy- them.

[Taken aback by the comment he tried to shake it off by focusing on the other topic, he quirked an eyebrow in question.]

What do you mean, how can people enjoy their twisted problems?

Example A:

I very much enjoy watching you squirm.

[Folds arms over the chair's back while tipping it forward.]

Is that ample enough evidence for you Squirt, or do I need to get out the slide-show and graphs?

[He rubbed his arm to keep himself for getting nervous.]

No need-and I'm not 'Squirt', it's Demyx.

[Shaking his head, he ruffled his hair. Habit he had to calm himself down.]

That's a weird reason, is the same for lashing out with rude remarks?
To make someone angry and just find amusement in seeing them frustrated?

You catch on fast, 'Myx.

[Entirely going to ignore your attempts to force a correct name into his mouth. It just isn't going to happen.]

And P.S...
All of this chit-chat is a cumulative process.

So when I said I played with everything, that ought to have clued you into the madness behind my methods.

[No, he's not got the saying wrong. It just goes...backwards for him.]

It's Demyx.
[He corrected, even if it was a futile effort.]

Suuuure, then why do I not believe you?

[Leans back against the wall crossing his arms holding a curious expression, or just a smartass look.]

Duh-mix. Gotcha.
So does that make you like a grab-bag for nonsense and low-brow hilarity or does your name have nothing to do with that shining IQ of yours?

[Can best your greatest 'smartass' efforts, and raise you a few 'asshole' impressions to boot. Yes this is a contest. You got your buzzer?]

Oh, don't think I'm all that bad?
Are you going to show me the error of my ways, convince me I have I heart of gold and then save my soul, Sweetheart?

[Sighs. Okay scratch the name thing, the guy will never say it right. His patience was running thin, it had never been tested.]

You are just itching for a fight, aren't you?

[Ignoring the name comment, he chewed on his lower lip. Tasting the cut he made earlier, recoiling from the metallic taste.]

Honestly? No, I don't think you're all that bad.
Just think you pick fights too much and have a little attitude problem. But it's not like you kill people or anything.

[Shrugs his shoulders, relaxing slightly.]

I'd be flattered, really, if you weren't dead wrong.

[The comment had hit a little close to home in how entirely idealistic, skewed and all out -incorrect- it was. 'Axel', which wasn't even his real name, was a born and raised assassin. He slunk into the lace-curtained happy homes of softees like this one and wrung their fragile little necks or gutted them like livestock. Depending on what kind of message his orders required to be sent....things could get a tad 'messy'. And that saying about blood was right. It was a bitch when it stained.]

Sorry to burst your bubble, but that's kind of my thing.
Not that I don't like the fairy-tale wonderland your head is floating in.

Must be nice.

[Laughs nervously.]

You're kidding, right?

[The one time he's actually right, it's something derranged.]

You couldn't pick a better job, or you know, a decent one?

[Tilts his head a little. Axel never seemed like a hostile person, just hotheaded.]

[Axel had forfeited his chair for something better, or more like a position in which he can tug at Demyx's strings and make him squirm like only a skilled puppeteer could. In other words, the wall beside said man.]

Sooo sorry, Cupcake.
My life wasn't all sweet smelling flowers and candy-coated day dreams.

And who says you 'pick' in every universe? Especially if the main mantra is: Kill or Be Killed.

[Leering a bit.]

You only get two choices, since there's only that many teams:

Predator and Prey.

[He's lying through his teeth and simplifying far too much, but- who is he to obsctruct a good time with trival little things like 'details'?]

[Gulping down the lump that formed in his throat, he tried to ignore the other's transfer from the chair to right next to him. Sure it made him a little nervous, but he would try his best to hide it.]

Killing is never the answer, self defense is probably as close as it can get.

[The words would have been spat out like venom if Axel wasn't there practically looming over him.]

Y-You're lying. Some people can protect themselves without falling under the prey category.

Maybe where you're from.

But- you need to think outside the box and remember that not all Universes are created equal. Nor are all periods of time. Imagine your world and take it back a hundred or thousand years.

Civilized society isn't always civil.
Wars happen daily. The break out over things as simple as rights to being alive, practicing religion, or even limited food, shelter, property, land and so on.

[He'd laxed a bit and ceased creeping up on Demyx like something out of an old B movie. As amusing as it was to see the guy jump, his naivety had hulled Axel into a, God forbid, moment of serious discussion.]

Protect yourself? Self Defense?
That's only a temporary escape. What happens when they come back again, and with reinforcements?

You're considered 'the hunted' as simply and quickly as when a predator exists who can take you down. That status remains for the duration of -their- existence...or yours. The prey doesn't get to decide that it isn't precisely that, unless it can become stronger than what stalks it.

Even the greatest hunters can tumble down the 'food chain' when they meet their better.

[Taking in all of Axel's opinion. He nodded trying to think of a comeback, or possibly a question or one of his own opinions.]

I understand that, but you shouldn't classify someone so quickly. Right?
Because someone's status may change in a different universe. So really we're both right in a way.

[A small smile forms.]

Besides, we aren't a thousand years back so whatever happened back there doesn't concern me.

You're a stubborn little guy, you know that?

If you didn't look like someone could snap you over their knee, I think I'd be impressed.

[Drat, now that he can't argue with the other's logic and make Demyx tuck tail, Axel is stuck with no way of climbing back into his foreboding routine. And they'd...meaning Axel...had enjoyed it so much. Ah well.]

So what do -you- do for a living, Prince Charming?
Ride to Fairy Land everyday on your pink Unicorn and bring a dose of Peace on Earth to the populace?

[Cue a happy grin on his face from being called 'stubborn'.]

Yeah, I know-and I'm proud of it.

[Purses his lips.]

I can back a powerful punch.
But no. I don't ride to Fairy Land on my pink(blue) unicorn. But I do bring a dose of Peace on Earth.

[Laughs.]

I work at a coffee shop named Starbucks, I bring everyone peace or just energy to make it through the day. It's not as eccentric as yours, but it's sometimes action packed when an expresso machine goes haywire.

Yeah, I can kind of imagine you pandering off goodwill toward men and yadda yadda.

[Despite the words themselves, Axel's commentary is spoken more or less like a compliment. He supposed everyone could use a human concoction of pure, straight and 100% refined joy spiking their beans each morning; if only to get through the hell of daily life.]

Can't say it sounds half bad, Sunshine.
Not that I'd trade it for my blood, glory and guts any day.
But....still, seems quaint.

[Laughs, shaking his head. Never thought he'd see the day when he was talking with basically a hit-man. He was already getting used to the nicknames. It was nice.]

Haven't you ever wondered though, you know, how life would be for you if you had a job like mine?

[Tilts head, genuine curiousity.]

[Axel's fingers thread behind his head moments after he decides it'd be a brilliant idea to begin burning a hole in the ceiling with his intense gaze.]

....Dull.

[The bitten-off and embittered way that's uttered suggests that quite possibly he means to say anything else but that, and is forcibly restraining his tongue. Even more true might be the belief that the malice within said display is directed towards his actual 'career' or what it has 'done' for him.]

Besides, who'd want to work with a guy who knows how to slice you up eight ways to Sunday...and dispose of the body without leaving a sign that anything was amiss?

And then people would start thinking I've chopped up and made soup of their little doggies or Ex-wives. ....Or they'd come to me -requesting- that I do.

Pass.

[Demyx had his own intense gaze fixed on the redhead's face. A flicker within his own eyes, when he rested his head back against the wall.]

You're lying. You shouldn't lie about how you feel, it's bad.

[He thought for a moment, glancing at his fingers that were both in each of his pockets. The truth is always easier to tell, plus it can get you someone's trust.]

Well, if I'd work with you if I could bare the whole murdering thing. 'Course I'd like to be good friends so I'm not the one you slice up. But then eventually, I'd know you'd have my back and chop up the person who's trying to get me, if their was someone trying to get me.

[Nods, more to himself before looking up in to see what Axel's input would be.]

Oh G-god.

[Hold on, Axel is trying to not crumple to the floor in throes of laughter. He settles for slumping backwards and palming forehead.]

I don't think I can take your sugary-sweet ideals without getting a severe toothache. Really laying the fairy-dust on a bit thick there, Tinkerbell.

It's again, cute, but a wee bit more chalk full of 'Nutso' this go around.
More people of the sane variety do a little thing I like to call running when someone:

[Touches a finger for each category.]

A. Suggests that they murder for a living.
B. Talk about offing dogs the size of handbags or...old bags, themselves.
C. Admit to a high likelihood of nixing people they coexist with.

[Taps Demyx's forehead.]

Not alot of common sense running rampant in there, huh?

My bad.

[Rubs the back of his neck, he'd try to stop being so easy going then. Maybe it's because he still thinks this is all some crazy dream that he'll wake up from.]

I guess it's just I don't believe your capable of that, I know...-knew one of you back home. You would get angry sometimes but would never kill a person. I've seen some weird stuff here so I'm sure I'm just used to the fact that anything's possible here. Sorry for filling your head with too much pixie dust.

[Blinks rubbing his forehead.]

My common sense was probably left back home.

'I' was like that....huh?

[Softens in his berating after all this. Hey, if a person can't take what you're thowing- your conscience tends to kick back to life in overdrive. It's enough to spoil the fun and drag the mood back towards seriousness.]

Well I guess I have to forgive you then.
People can get their heads screwed with in seeing so many replicated faces of old friends, foes and family.....who sure as hell aren't them.

[A dismissive wave is given, concerning all the harsh retorts Demyx is now taking seriously.]

Don't worry about it.

You wanna get out alive? Then Baby.... Run. For. Your. Life.

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