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?

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[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

[and if that doesn't just make him light up.]

Y-Yeah... yeah, please.

[distressed.livejournal.com]

[... it's pretty reassuring enough to manage a smile out of Roxas.]

Okay.

[but it's gone as soon as he turns, shoving his hands into his pockets, ready to lead them off.]

[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

[Axel trails after him like a lost puppy, his own hands in his jacket pockets.]

[distressed.livejournal.com]

[sighs lightly, swinging into his room and flipping the desk light on. when he gets in, he waits until Axel follows, shutting the door and clicking the lock in place. better safe than sorry.]

[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

[Axel immediately sinks onto the bed, curling up into a ball.]

[distressed.livejournal.com]

[and Roxas lowers into the chair at the desk, flicking the desk lamp on after shutting off the overhead light. he feels like writing.]

[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

[the redhead is exhausted, despite the fact that he had been conked out for who knows how long. crying on a hangover took too much effort.]

[distressed.livejournal.com]

[Roxas is okay with that, scribbling away on his paper.]

[flickeringly.livejournal.com]

[he stares sleepily over at Roxas before finally his makeup smeared eyelids shut.]