How I missed you [ATTN: Axel] OPEN
CHARACTERS: Larxene, Axel
SUMMARY: She never thought they would see each other again, and never thought she would want to rip his face off so badly.
PLACE: Tier #6
TIME: Nighttime; almost 10:00 PM.
WARNINGS: It's Axel and Larxene. What more do you need?
As Larxene walked past door after door, wondering about what lied behind them though not really caring if she were to discover that, she absently held her hands behind her back and fluttered her tired, cerulean eyes at the sight of the strange patterns and colors of this new place. It wasn't that she hated it, per se, but it was just...unnerving to be here. Sighing lightly, the blonde woman walked slowly on until, to her great surprise, she spotted one door upon which a familiar name was printed upon a nameplate of some sort.
Squinting a little, she placed her hands in her pockets, feeling the strange objects inside--a key, some little rectangle device--but none of them could level up to the obscurity of what she was staring at. Her eyebrows furrowed, her lips pursed, and suddenly she rammed a tight fist against the door. Damn, that felt good. Now if only it were Axel's face.
"Oh, hell," she grumbled viciously, glaring daggers into the door's surface. "Axel's here? The jerk. Is here?"
SUMMARY: She never thought they would see each other again, and never thought she would want to rip his face off so badly.
PLACE: Tier #6
TIME: Nighttime; almost 10:00 PM.
WARNINGS: It's Axel and Larxene. What more do you need?
As Larxene walked past door after door, wondering about what lied behind them though not really caring if she were to discover that, she absently held her hands behind her back and fluttered her tired, cerulean eyes at the sight of the strange patterns and colors of this new place. It wasn't that she hated it, per se, but it was just...unnerving to be here. Sighing lightly, the blonde woman walked slowly on until, to her great surprise, she spotted one door upon which a familiar name was printed upon a nameplate of some sort.
Squinting a little, she placed her hands in her pockets, feeling the strange objects inside--a key, some little rectangle device--but none of them could level up to the obscurity of what she was staring at. Her eyebrows furrowed, her lips pursed, and suddenly she rammed a tight fist against the door. Damn, that felt good. Now if only it were Axel's face.
"Oh, hell," she grumbled viciously, glaring daggers into the door's surface. "Axel's here? The jerk. Is here?"