psychobabble.

[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

[an Axel is stumbling out of some anonymous room, and he looks like hell. what looks like eyeliner is smeared across his lids. he has an expression of delirium.]

Holy shit... Where am I?

Comments

[disobediences.livejournal.com]

Somewhere.

[oh-so-helpful, standing to one side and observing Axel's state with a critical eye.]

[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

[he stares back with bloodshot eyes.]

... Roxas?

[disobediences.livejournal.com]

That depends.

[Roxas doesn't bother with tacking on the rest of the explanation.]

[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

[a bitter laugh soon follows.]

Oh my god, yeah right... this is just the worst hangover of my existence.

[disobediences.livejournal.com]

[snorts, because he's totally heard that one before.]

Not very likely.

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Not where you wanted to be, most likely.

[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

Noticed. I prefer the comfort of my home.

[his head is aching to the beat of his heart.]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Heh. I bet. So would most of us, but that's not really an option anymore.

[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

... is that some kind of threat.

[as if Axel has the physical state to take anyone on.]

[acedian.livejournal.com]

Somewhere boring.

[and the white snake wrapped around his neck and shoulders looks like it might be grinning at you]

[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

S-s-snake.

[is all he stutters out.]

[acedian.livejournal.com]

[just gives a creepy little grin as that snake hovers closer to Axel]

[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

[flail!]

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[watching curiously, but at a distance]

[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

[half-drunkenly stumbling down the hallway, just trying to stay on his own two feet.]

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

Y-you should l-l-lie down

[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

[his gaze snaps up in a paranoid manner. s-so many blondies.]

I was just passed out for... who knows how long, I don't need more sleep.

[distressed.livejournal.com]

[... no Axel looks as tired and disheveled as his does. he's trying to blend in-- but he's sure no Roxas looks as suicidal as he does.]

[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

[too late, Axel is squinting at him like he's checking if he knows him.]

Roxas?

[distressed.livejournal.com]

Uh-- wrong guy.

[waves his hand dismissively, turning his head down as he kicks up step.]

[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

[not so fast.]

Roxas--!

[amore-propre.livejournal.com]

Oh look, another me~

[trails a curious finger along a smudged eyelid, the skirt on her hips ridiculously short. yes, she, even though her body is distinctly male]

[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

[shoves her/his/it's hand away. he can't even tell anymore.]

... what's with the ridiculous outfit.

[amore-propre.livejournal.com]

That's hardly any way to speak to a lady. Just because my body is male doesn't mean my mind is.

[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

[incredulous stare.]

... no really, what's with your getup.