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I feel so untouched,
and I want you so much that
I just can't resist you.
It's not enough to say that I miss you.

[so says the small music player blaring on the desk, as he stares at it with a chin in his hand, wearing a blank expression. if there really is a powerful sort of emotion in music like IX claimed, he's determined to find out what it is.]

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[newblades.livejournal.com]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[while Axel just reminds himself of having to be good, of the replica who'd run him through if he didn't stick to that.]

[newblades.livejournal.com]

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[juuuust waiting.]

Well?

[newblades.livejournal.com]

Whatever you want to do about it. I don't know.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Did I ever say I'd volunteer~?

[newblades.livejournal.com]

I figured that was a given.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[... point. Axel's face falls.]

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[sighs. this game's getting old.]

Look, I 'dunno how to answer it for you, all right-?

[newblades.livejournal.com]

Probably need a heart, anyway.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[covers his face, mumbling.]

Stupid ...

[newblades.livejournal.com]

Mm?

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Forget it.

[Axel's a little hotheaded, himself, disappearing into a portal.]