two flames ☆

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[Here is a crazy redhead casually leaning against an odd-looking light pole, dressed in his checkered default. The pole is curvy and purply-pink and crooked like everything else in Hollow Bastion and sticks out sorely compared to the rest of the Plane. Axel, too, but that's readily obvious.

He doesn't seem to care, though-- could be waiting for someone, actually. A black and white skateboard rests beneath his arm, while one painted with flames rolls gently back and forth beneath a boot. As if this isn't boring enough, he's humming something.]

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[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

'cause you'd just be thinking about discounts!

Anyway, don't worry your spiky little head about it.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Not all the time...

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

— Hey, what's that!?

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[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

What's—!?

2/3, I lied

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

...

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Axel!

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[ZOOMS PAST]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Hey!!

[SPEEDS UP]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[LAUGHS]

Still as blond as ever, eh, Roxas?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

My hair color has nothing to do with this, carrot top.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel suddenly halts, board scraping against the ground with a loud noise. He holds one hand out... then summons a fireball and grins fiendishly back at Roxas in the same instant.]

What did you call me?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Carrot top! [But he's already zooming past, picking up as much speed as he can. THEY'RE ALMOST TO THE THEATER... CAN HE MAKE IT?]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel gives chase, leaving a rapidly-dissolving trail of flames behind.] I'm gonna deep fry you, skater boy! D-E-E-P F-R-Y! Got it memorized!?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Gonna have to do better than that!

[Because he's... so... very... close! AHAH! He leaps up onto the edge of the building and starts to grind his way to the top, using jumps and tricks to speed up the ascent.]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel halts and watches Roxas trick his way up to the top.]

...

[He /could/ simply run up the side of the building, but that wouldn't be any fun, would it?]

Okay, fine, I won't deep fry you. Not even a stir fry. Maybe a simmer?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[Don't you dare go all Deep Dive on him, Axel. B|]

How about freeze? [you mentioned ice cream now where is it]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Spoilsport.]

Sorry, that's Donald's cup of tea. Or whatever.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Even on special occasions?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

I don't like the cold.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

You don't like water.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

That's because it's cold. And wet.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Water isn't always cold.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

I know, which is why I'm fine at the beach.

... I still hate the cold.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Even if it's tasty?

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