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[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Having finished Catcher In The Rye practically overnight, and with no other decent book recommendations from any reliable sources at the moment, Axel had taken to wandering again. Paranoia was starting to wear on him since he'd discovered through a most unfortunate and frightening event that the Sora that was counterpart to his Roxas was now here. It, of course, meant Roxas was at risk of disappearing. It also meant there was now a Riku out hunting for him. Axel wasn't so sure he wanted to end up in a fight with this Riku--after all, not only might he get his ass kicked, but he'd promised Roxas he wouldn't get himself in any more fights. He'd already broken that promise a few times since it was made, but hey, he was trying.

Stripped of the coat that marked him as a member of the Organization XIII, Axel was just walking through the halls with his hands in his pockets. Knowing his luck, Riku was probably somewhere nearby or something... He at least had the security of Riku not knowing which Axel he was, but the same went for Axel; any of the Soras or Rikus he'd passed today may have been them. Not good. He'd really need to keep closer tabs on Roxas... Maybe he could just lock him in their room until he took care of the silver-haired punk and found a way to get Sora out...?]

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[pouty.livejournal.com]

You don't look happy.

[peers up at him from where he is, just leaving his room and rubbing at his eyes. looks like someone was sleepy.]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

Eh? Oh, just nervous... [doesn't volunteer any elaboration on the subject]

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[He just keeps walking, paying no apparent attention to said footsteps, before he turns his head to the side a little to look behind him out of the corner of his eye.]

You know, Marluxia, you keep using the same trick over and over, people will start to catch on.

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

Trick? I'm not trying to trick anyone.

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

... Uh-huh. [Obviously not convinced.]

So you just walk around invisible for kicks? Come to lecture me again, have you?

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

Mrr...It takes effort to appear visible to you.

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

I see... [turns his head back to pay attention to the direction in which he's walking]

Looking for entertainment, then, I take it.

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

Mm.

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

I see...

Well, if you want, we could go get some cake... I have to keep an eye out for some people, though.

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

Like Sora and Riku~?

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[That. That is a bizarre feeling. Axel shivers a little, he can't help himself. Recovering, the redhead nods, mouth twisted into a frown.]

Yeah, those two.

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

Want them dead?

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

Wh-what?!

No! ...

Well, Riku, maybe...

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

Maybe?

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

That would jus tbe cheap, wouldn't it? I mean...

[sighs] I don't know. I just want Roxas to be safe.

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

Hm...he'd be safe if there was no reason to merge, wouldn't he?

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, cake. Where's the kitchen, again? Well, yeah, but... That's not possible, is it? [blinks]

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

If he had a heart.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[passing by, whistling and rubbing a spot off of his Keyblade.]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[eyes idly]

... No, you're not him... Are you?

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[looks over at him and raises an eyebrow.]

What? How am I supposed to know, with you being vague like that?

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

Are you hunting down a Roxas to try and merge him back with Sora so Sora can get his memories back? [Wait, there were probably several Rikus here trying to do that, crap...]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

... nope.

[looks at him oddly.]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

... Okay, then. [Goes back to walking.]

Don't give me that look, punk. I'm not crazy.