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Well this is interesting....

[Scratches cheek, smirking.]

So who wants to admit something to your good ol' buddy Axel?
C'mere, have a seat and just let it all out.

[Pats knee jestfully, expecting everyone with any good amount of sense to run. But hey, even if his intentions aren't wicked, a guy can't pass up poking fun at this kinda thing. Can he?]

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[:D hey, it's the guy who was petting her earlier! POUNCE.]

Hey there, Fuzzy!

[Gathers the bundle up and gives her a thorough back-rub.... Oh good, lion-fur everywhere. Anyone up for dander-snow? It's kind of like a white Christmas, only one that'll kick your allergies into high gear.]

Have you been behaving yourself?

...No more playing mad-scientist, I hope.

Ouch.
You know...that really hurt, sweetheart.

[After slapping a hand over his heart, yes this one definitely has one, his tactics change. Have a finger rubbing under your chin as he gets right up in your face to leer in the most unsavory way.

This Axel has a tendency to evesdrop into conversations, so he's not oblivious to the fact some body switching has happened. Not to say that's he's sure but considering that even the -strange- Namine's don't speak that way, there's an inkling of suspicion. And- boy does he hope so. This would make any straight and narrow male squirm like there were ants in his pants...and then some. And that's like having 'dessert-before-dinner' for this one.]

If you got to know me better I promise I could change your mind~.

....

[Staring right back.]

You know, the offer still stands.
But I think your chair there might crush me.

[Melodramatic sigh as he continues to draw out this pun for as long as possible. Hey, it amuses him to get the 'side-show' stares. So keep making those faces folks, it's a riot from where this one is sitting.]

The things I do for the greater good~.

What are we admitting?

[purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. oh god she is so happy right now.]

Uh-uh. I've been good, promise!

...What's a mad-scientist?

[Eyebrow quirks. And all female audience this time. Funny how that goes.]

Whatever your little heart desires.

[Rolls shoulders]

Apparently a giant ball of fur made some Truth!Gas(tm) and everyone's spouting off their truthful thoughts.

So thought I'd help and let the troubled masses rest their weary heads upon my sturdy shoulders. Quite the gentleman, I am. I know.

[Smirks]

But I guess it's not affected you.

[~~combo breaks the train of all females~~ really shouldn't be here.]

Subtle.

[Rubs at the ends of her ears, switching things up every once in a while, as so to not create a monotonous situation. Kids get bored fast, as do cats. Stick the two together and it's ADHD city.]

It's a little cub that sticks her pink nose into places that are dangerous.

Surprised your parents didn't name you that~.

[Axel would make a horrible parent. Because amusing himself trumps being honest any day.]

[will not walk away from petting.]

But I like my name.

Rox'.

[~~FFff...Why you do that?~~ There goes someone's heart into their throat, because he can misbehave and act like a teenager whose parents are gone for the weekend...until Roxas shows up. Oh, but he plays it smooth and just lazily raises a hand up to half-heartedly wave.]

Eh, you know I'm a sucker for charity.
These poor girls need someone to talk to.

And being the model citizen that I am~....

Wow, that's very nice of you. I hadn't heard about that. But I just got here myself, so I guess that explains why. That must be a powerful spell.

[shakes her head]

I don't think so. I wonder if we even can.

[Resumes using the flat of palm to smooth out her coat. Needs to ask the room for one of those pet-brushes if he's going to run into furry things so much.]

Hey, nothing wrong with that.
I happen to like mine too.

[Both of them, actually.]

...nope, nothing. I'm drawing a blank on spilling any deep, dark secrets to you.

[he's in some comfortable all black clothing, carrying around a half empty bottle of some substance that seems to have a petrified snake eating a scorpion in it]

[Nice indeed.]

Ah, lucky you.
I'm sure a lot of folks around here wish they'd arrived late to the 'party'.

Can't be fun spouting out your deepest secrets.

[Shrugs.]

I'm sure. Any luck?

[Eyebrow goes uuuuuup.]

Really~.

Well, what a damn shame...
And here I bet you've got a walk-in-closet filled with skeletons which are just dying to get aired out.

[Points.]

P.S.
Cute outfit.

Really really.

Oh yes, I just have a treasure trove of dirty little secrets.

Thanks. It's a lot more comfortable than the lingerie I was in earlier.

Well....

[Blargh. Axel never was the best at lying to his partner so, that just gets the elder to scoff in defeat.]

Technically no.

Nah, I guess not. I wonder if there's anything I could do to help them.

[just stretches out, making it easier for him to pet her]

Really? What's your name?

Oh~?

Guess I miss all the fun.

[Not that he's serious. This particular Axel is the sort more intent on the discomfort of others and getting a good jest out of things when he's not acting out the part of an assassin. Honest perversion? That's not his Modus Operandi.]

Try taking a walk around this place. There's no shortage of secrets to overhear.

[he's picked up a few that way, but none of them were of any interest to him - seeing as how he's not quite so into blackmailing people like certain others might be.]

There really wasn't any fun to be had. You weren't my client.

[shrugs, taking a swig right out of the bottle, the snake bouncing around lifelessly in the glass]

Axel.

Or...Lae.

[It was a strange sensation, to feel his given title roll off the man's tongue in the place of what he'd used for the duration of his life as a code name. But this one sincerely doubted murmuring it to something who could be an exotic pet..would come back and bite him. Especially considering that- dead men can't exactly fear exposure or defeat. Both have already come to know him all too well.]

How 'bout you?
Better tell me before I rename you 'Princess Puffy Paws with a cherry on top.'

[Ruffles the fine fuzz atop her head.]

Cool!

[still purring.]

I'm Kiara.

[Not into such a dirty business, and it leaves a sour taste in his mouth that Roxas would even harbor the idea that he might be. Axel's behavior is motivated by a disposition liberated through his 'exile' from the troupe and the duration here. The playful nature which he'd discovered, and begun to make use of, occupies the time and serves as an ice-breaker. Nothing more.]

Pass.

[After a dismissive wave he tries to stifle the initial desire to feel wounded and reverts back into his Jester-mode; prefering to pester instead of sulk.]

So what exactly brings you here, besides breaking up my fun?
Have something to admit, yourself?

Or did the epidemic leave you unscathed?

Lucky me.

Especially since you look like the kind who eats their mate after coitus.....

[Palms chin, fingers curling around the growing smirk he's wearing.]

Not much, I'm betting.

Unless you can reverse the Truth-telling plague which is dogging everyone.

Not really. And anything I'd have to admit you've already heard before.

...the gist of it, I mean.

I have not taste for human flesh. But you'd be pretty damn close.

[Well this is a surprise. Roxas being vague? Wasn't everything cut and dry with the youth who thought in absolutes?]

When was anyone ever satisfied with 'the gist' of something?
And on that note...

[Slips out of his previous seat and gets close enough to sling an arm around the other. Far too used to this with Demyx, so only second-guesses the action afterward. Ah well. Your personal space is his now.]

You don't happen to feel...

...exceptionally honest today, do you Roxas?

I'm -honored-, Sweetheart.
Really.

As you should be.

[another swig before he puts the bottle down]

Don't think they'll have any more of this stuff right? It's hard going back to regular whiskey when you've had this.

This place provides everything your twisted little heart would desire.
Minus people.

You can't, say, ask for Cleopatra or Mark Antony to sing show-tunes at your birthday party.... but a bottle of your favorite poison?

Can do~.

Oh good.

Not that anyone else would be able to handle the stuff anyway.

[why did he come in here again?]

Exceptionally? No.

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