nearly incapacitated yet again

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Axel's flopped down on a couch, on his stomach, with his head under a pillow. He still feels sick thanks to Marluxia, even though he's pretty sure that by now he's emptied the contents of his stomach--which had been at least half a dozen muffins and a piece of a cake that would send anyone into a diabetic coma from just looking at it. Nevermind the headache. There's a glass of water on the coffee table nearby, but it doesn't look like he's touched it since he set it there. Hey, for all you know, he might be asleep.]

Uuugh, m'gonna kill him...

[Or not.]

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[connatus.livejournal.com]

[standing quietly in the doorway, shifting on his feet. he looks like he wants to go to him, but at the same time, unsure]

..A-Axel?

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

That's me... [Lifts his head just enough to see who it is, because he recognized the voice, but Sora was not exactly an endangered species around here. The two-toned eyes are a reassurance that it's not the one from his 'verse, so he relaxes, burying his head with the pillow again.]

[muffled] What can I do for you, kid?

[connatus.livejournal.com]

[he stays where he is, watching him from the doorway]

...Are you okay?

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Haha, okay? Axel's certainly been in a worse state since he got here but he was not happy about this, either.]

Mmmngh, not really.

[connatus.livejournal.com]

[this one would probably be concerned even if Axel'd just bumped his knee or scraped his elbow]

...W-what's wrong?

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Axel sits up so he can speak without suffocating himself in the couch cushions. Hmm, how to explain this...]

Marluxia stole my body and ate way too much sweet crap, and now I feel sick...

[connatus.livejournal.com]

[frowns a little. he obviously knows that this isn't his Axel, and he has no idea who Marluxia is, but it's clear that he still feels bad]

O-oh. ...Can I get you anything?

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Axel just shakes his head, laying back down.]

Nah, I'm good, thanks.

[connatus.livejournal.com]

[he nods quietly, and sensing that he's not really needed or wanted here, he backs out of the doorway and turns to leave]

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Axel lifts his head, something seems a little wrong with this Sora.] H-hey, wait... You okay?

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Ugh, what now?]

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

Not feeling well~?

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[He turns his head just enough so one green eye can peer out at Marluxia from under the pillow.]

No.

[connatus.livejournal.com]

[pauses and turns just slightly, his hands pressed into his pockets]

...Y-yeah.

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

You're pretty quiet for a Sora... You sure you're okay?

[He can't help it, he's concerned.]

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

I don't feel bad for you.

[connatus.livejournal.com]

[he nods, shifting his weight from one foot to the other]

...I'm fine. J-just...wanted to make sure you were okay.

[whether you're his Axel or not.]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[just buries his face again]

Why not?

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

Should I?

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

This is your fault.

[Sure, he'd get over it in a couple hours or less but still! He could be bitter if he wanted to... For those couple hours.]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

Oh... Okay. Well, thanks for the concern. [offers Sora a smile, though it's a little forced because he's not feeling too hot.]

[connatus.livejournal.com]

[he nods again, his smile equally forced]

...I hope you feel better soon.

[and with that, he's gone]

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[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

...

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

I don't feel bad for you.