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[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[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]

[The ice cream is ... dripping down his hand now, and suddenly there's an uneasy grin.]

Too long?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Naminé said it's been over a year.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[... Damn it. He looks away, shakes the stray drops of sea salt ice cream from his popsicle.]

A year and a half. It's been a year and a half... since we last saw Twilight Town.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Then—I really was asleep for an entire year! [It sounds like a statement, but don't be fooled. It's more along the lines of a desperate question.]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[silence...

... tweedle tweedle]

It was better than the alternative.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

What alternative?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

... When you meet her, you can ask her to tell you. It's not my place to say.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

What? Meet who? ... Would it kill you to stop being so mysterious for two seconds?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[He's silent and simply... goes back to eating his ice cream.]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Axel...

[Roxas clutches at the wooden stick of his not-so-frozen treat, while his free hand curls up and he smacks it into the roof of the ceiling.]

I guess it would.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel flinches slightly at the smack, but doesn't say or do anything to apologize, really. It's for Roxas' own good... and Axel's own guilt.]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[He sighs, taking a small lick at his ice cream.]

Will you ever tell me?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[a touch softer] ... Yeah. When it's time.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

I'll hold you to that.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

It's not a promise I intend to break.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

You'd better not!

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

I won't.