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[gottamakesure.livejournal.com]

[sitting in the kitchen with his boots kicked up onto the table and his chair tipped back. he's got one of the flowers from the vase at the center of the table, plucking off the petals. with each one, he examines it, and then burns it between his fingers. ...not the most exciting thing, but something to do to pass the time.]

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[sleepysixth.livejournal.com]

[ Roxas may be little, but he can pack sandwich after sandwich away when he's hungry. he isn't expecting Axel to be there, but he's so distracted by that flower that he thinks he can slip by for something to eat.

no, doing that increases tension. instead, Roxas enters the kitchen casually, not ignoring Axel's presence but not acknowledging it either. ]

here, have a novel

[gottamakesure.livejournal.com]

[Axel doesn't need to look up to know that he's not alone anymore, and he doesn't really need to look up to know who it is, either. He's always been an alert guy, memorizing things one doesn't really need to know, like the way it sounds when Roxas walks, for instance. there's a certain pattern to it, a signature, and Axel knows it...as creepy as that is. either way, Roxas seems to be ignoring him when he glances up, and if that's the way he wants to play, he's not going to say anything either]

[sleepysixth.livejournal.com]

[ he goes on with his food scavenging, coming up with a box of cereal that caught his eye. marshmallows in every bite? count Roxas in! now all he needs is a bowl, but those could be on any shelf around. he'll just ask Axel then; add to the tension-- but he forgets all about eating when he sees what he's doing. ]

I guess she doesn't love you?

[gottamakesure.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head, looking at the last petal between his fingers]

...It was more like 'find something to do' or 'sit here, be lazy, and hope someone does something entertaining'.

[and with that last part, the petal is gone and Axel touches his fingers to the end of the stem, attempting to light it.]

[sleepysixth.livejournal.com]

[ frowns at the petal-less flower. whoever grew those would be mad... but they would die anyway. ]

Is that all you can do? Destroy things?

[gottamakesure.livejournal.com]

[he soon gets bored with the flower and tosses the stem onto the table, reaching back to cross his hands behind his head]

Nope.

[way to elaborate]

[sleepysixth.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't want the flower girl or boy to see the damage, so he snatches up the stem. ]

That means yes.

[sos-totheworld.livejournal.com]

[frowns.]

Hey, I put those there...

[gottamakesure.livejournal.com]

[flicking a petal away before he plucks another]

Congratulations.

[sos-totheworld.livejournal.com]

[frowns.]

Well knock that off! I grew those myself.

[gottamakesure.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head, lifting his feet of the table and letting his chair fall forward]

...And if what I heard is correct, you won't be going anywhere anytime soon, so you have plenty of time to grow some more.

[pluck pluck]

[sos-totheworld.livejournal.com]

[frowns turns to a scowl.]

Wow, you're a real jerk.

[gottamakesure.livejournal.com]

[he tilts his head, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table, flower still held between his hands.]

You want me to lie?

[neverpure.livejournal.com]

[... heavy sigh, and he's holding a bouquet of roses, collar and leash jingling as he walks.]

So that's how they disappeared...

[gottamakesure.livejournal.com]

[glances up, pressing a petal tightly between his thumb and forefinger. it bruises, turning an ugly brownish color, and he raises his brow a little, flicking it away]

Shame on me.

[he eyes the collar and he smirks a little]

What's with the get-up?

[and he indicates to his own neck so Riku knows what he's talking about]

[neverpure.livejournal.com]

[the way he flinches and suddenly glares makes it obvious that it's a sore subject.]

What's with the destructive attitude.

[gottamakesure.livejournal.com]

[he takes notice of this, raising his brows a little. for now, he'll drop it.]

It's either these flowers, which are probably going to die anyway, or the entire room. Gotta entertain myself with something, and I have the strangest feeling a couple people would be angry to find that their coffee machine was melted to the counter and no longer usable.

[he smiles, trying for a little charm, and waves his hand]

Consider it a favor. You're welcome.

[neverpure.livejournal.com]

[... 'a couple people' include him, so he doesn't retaliate, putting those flowers in the vase. as he waits for water to boil, he looks back over at him, rubbing the star-like cross around his neck, usually a Roxas trademark.]

Can't you play some destructive video games, or something?

[gottamakesure.livejournal.com]

[his eyes are immediately drawn to the charm when it catches the light, flickering. he studies it, tilting his head a little]

...Could. Don't feel like it.

[his eyes never leave the familiar cross]

...Where'd you get that?

With what got left on his head... I had to. >>;

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[stalks into the kitchen grumbling, very obviously in a bad mood. he's got his suit jacket over his head, covering the crudely drawn penis and words 'AXEL, I WANT YOUR COCK IN ME' that had been left on his head courtesy of a rather mean fairy. he immediately starts searching for anything caffeinated, really only half awake]

..dear god yes.

[gottamakesure.livejournal.com]

[seems the kitchen isn't a really good place to do nothing on your own. Axel glances out of the corner his eye as someone enters, not really interested. that is, until he realizes it's someone he knows...or would know, if this place was normal, but either way, it's a Vexen, and even if he's not really fond of the guy...bugging him seems like a good idea.]

Looks like someone was deprived of their beauty sleewhoa. ...That's uh-- That's flattering, but you're...

[he waves his hand around, trying not to laugh]

You're just not my type, we're total opposites, you're always so cold...you get it.

[...might as well throw in a few jokes while he's at it.]

8D

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[growls, glaring sleepily at him. he really should start avoiding Axels, especially after learning how various other Vexens died]

Do not flatter yourself. Do you honestly believe I did this? Someone decided it would be humorous to not only steal one of my writing utensils while I was asleep, but draw this... this... ridiculous image and make it impossible to wash off.

[gottamakesure.livejournal.com]

[he removes his boots from the table and turns his chair a little, leaning in Vexen's direction as if he's about to tell some big secret]

...It's called a penis.

[nods. god, he can be such a smartass]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

.......

[brings his hand to his face and sighs, rubbing at his forehead before dragging it down over the rest of his face. and yeah, the picture doesn't smudge even the slightest bit]

I am aware that it is a penis. I do not suppose you happen to know a way to remove it seeing as soap and water does not work?

[gottamakesure.livejournal.com]

[gets up, approaching Vexen. he stops in front of him and reaches out turn his head, but he pauses, drawing his hand back. he pulls the sleeve of his coat down over his hand and then goes back to what he was doing, nudging Vexen's head to the side with his covered knuckles. even though Axel's inferior to Vexen as far as rankings go, he doesn't seem to care if he's crossing any lines.]

...Huh.

[touches his chin, as if he's really thinking about this. after a few seconds of just staring at the man's forehead, he hikes up his sleeve...and presses his forefinger to the tip of the drawing. ...yeah, that's going to burn.]