baby i swear it's deja vu.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

--oi!

[sighs, picking himself up and placing the chair that was in his way to the other side of the gym. and now he's trying out a few of his gadgets. ... like his foot rockets. he's adjusting his collar while he goes.]

Comments

[waxsimulacra.livejournal.com]

You better watch, kissing spy.

[floats upside down in front of him, all smiles.]

Someone is trying to take your most cherished possession.

1/3

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[looking around--]

Who's the--

2/3

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[spots him.]

3/3

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[jkfl;sfs falls straight onto his back as a defensive measure, arm out towards him to shoot a gun hidden in his bodysuit. ... pause.]

... wait, what?

[waxsimulacra.livejournal.com]

My my, you're jumpy.

[takes a few steps forward, looming over him with a flicking and curling tail.]

I said there are gnomes stealing your underwear.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[... blink. studies him for a minute, and falls out of his defensive stance, sitting up.]

... you're some sort of... Cheshire Cat... person? So you speak in riddles.

[waxsimulacra.livejournal.com]

Riddles? No! No, not anymore, that's outdated. Just nonsense. It's up to you to decrypt it and decipher lie from fact.

[offers his hand out.]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

But isn't that what a riddle essentially is...?

[... takes it, hesitantly.]

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

Nice collar.

[leaning against a weight machine, dressed in his usual lingerie attire]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

Not my ch...

[st-stares.]

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

[is used to the staring, so he just waits for the blond to regain the power of speech]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[truth be told, he's a little creeped out.]

... you're... in lingerie. And... you're an Axel.

... okay.

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

[waves his hand dismissively]

Yeah, yeah. Now that we've figured that out, may we get to business?

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[he frowns a bit at that, but shrugs.]

What business? I've never met you before.

[composedsilver.livejournal.com]

Careful, there. Don't want you to hurt yourself, do we?

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[blink, pause. glances back at him, floating with his rockets.]

Uh... thanks. Nope.

[composedsilver.livejournal.com]

[casual wave, creepy smirk]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[... pause. blink blink.]

Uh...

[composedsilver.livejournal.com]

[don't worry, he's just creepy in general]

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

[cuuuurious look.]

What... is it exactly that you're doing?

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[he clicks his heels, suddenly soaring up into the air via the boot rockets on his feet.]

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Wooow...

[looking up at him in mild surprise.]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[grins.]

Just working out the kinks of all my gadgets.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

[nods]

Always a good thing. And IIIII- [moving closer now]- was experimenting with some new stuff.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[so he slowly lowers, so he's standing in front of him.]

... new stuff?