one flame ☆ one lock

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Two teenage delinquents appear on the Plane. The tallest one stands out quite a bit due to his crazy red hair and an equally crazy coat that could pass for punk. The shorter one looks slightly more tame, though his blond hair is quite spiky.]

I don't know how he got the recipe, but you have to... [Axel stops and looks around.] ... I didn't do it.

[Roxas also pauses in his "listening" and looks around. Then he gives Axel a skeptical look.] You sure about that? Looks like just your kind of place.

Don't get me wrong, I love the night life... but this isn't where we were going, Roxas. And we didn't walk through any portals.

Yeah... Actually, it kind of reminds me of someplace I've been before, too. I thought that was just a dream...?

[That earns Roxas a slightly questioning look, then it's gone and the normal goofball Axel is back in place-- at least for the moment.] Why don't we find out? Hellooo~~~! Is anyone there?

Comments

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Doesn't look like a -- oh, that kind of plane.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

What other kind of Plane is there?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

The flying kind. You know... neeerrooooooooooommmm... ... No?

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Never heard of it. Is it some kind of weirdo animal in your world?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

It's a machine.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Huh, so kinda like the Fire Nation's war balloons. ...You haven't heard of the Fire Nation, have you?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Nope. Sounds like my kinda place, though-- minus the war balloons.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Yeah? You a crazy, war-like monster who likes nothing more than destroying people's homes and lives and causing century-long wars that lead to the destruction of an entire people?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[He pauses.]

Not my cup of tea, actually.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Good, otherwise we'd have to have words.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Hey now. I'm a good guy this time.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

[She smirks.] This time?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Well, you know how it is. You do one favor for someone, and then suddenly you're working for a whole evil organization full of people who can't even pick out a pair of shoes without help.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Sounds pretty rough, man.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

I quit when she brought out the toe cream. [A joke, but... lmao.]

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Anyone who puts junk on their feet is just stupid.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[He glances nonchalantly at her feet.

And then his own boots.]

Well, she wore heels all the time, if it's any consolation.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

...heels?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Yeah, like... this. [He lifts one boot up at a painful-looking 45-degree angle and gestures to an invisible heel.] Apparently it's uncomfortable. Who knew.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

[She frowns, peering in the direction of his feet.] Why the heck would you want something like that? I mean, I can understand regular shoes, but that's just dumb.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

You're asking a guy to explain the mysteries of girls?

[He watches her for a long moment, then bends down and unzips his boots. It's only a second to step out of them, then he wiggles his toes and exhales.]

Muuuch better.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

[She grins hugely once he takes his feet off.] There ya go! I like the way you think.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

I've been wearing these alllll day. This? This is awesome.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Ohh yeah. Nothing better than being able to feel the wind between your toes and getting dirt under your toenails.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Definitely.

... Makes me miss the beach.