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WHO: Orihime, Axel, Roxas
WHAT: Trying to help someone out lands Orihime in hot water. What to do? Run like crazy!
WHEN: May 29, 2008 - Evening
WHERE: Clairbourn Streets

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[red_travels]

Axel poked through another box of clothes, looking for a tee shirt that Orihime wouldn't end up swimming in. She had a pretty nice rack, but Axel had inordinately broad shoulders and a very long torso and most of his clothes would have been approximately ten times too long for the girl. He finally managed to dig up an old shirt that was actually a little too short for him, and supposed that would suffice. At least she wouldn't be falling out of her blouse anymore

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Chocolate chips on pizza? She'd never tried that before. Sweet bean paste, yes, but chocolate chips... Well why not? Cocoa was supposed to taste good when added to chili. And mole sauce had chocolate in it! If it worked for Mexican food, then why not Italian? Orihime visibly relaxed, glad to know they wouldn't suddenly get nauseated or angry if she made something unusual. She probably would. "Really? That sounds delicious!" Orihime beamed encouragingly. Had she noticed the hitch? It was entirely possible. She was far more perceptive than most people gave her credit, but if she heard, she didn't show any signs of doing so

[punk_of_hearts]

"Well, okay then--but I've got shorts if you need them," Roxas insisted sternly, shaking a finger at her before jerking his head toward the door...and then immediately wishing he hadn't. "Shit!" announced the boy, putting a hand on his head and squeezing his eyes shut. "C'mon, let's...get some ice. Oh man."

He flashed a somewhat nervous grin at Axel before leading them all to the kitchen. If he hadn't lost his memories already, he wasn't just going to lose them suddenly, right? It was always a moment-of-impact thing, wasn't it? Or like in that movie, 50 First Dates, where you didn't remember anything afterward. "...Hope it's all still there when I wake up tomorrow," he confided in his friend as he dug in the freezer to fill up a ziploc bag for Orihime.

He didn't really want to admit it, but some part of him was flat-out terrified to forget everything again. So much, in fact, that he was considering not sleeping just to make sure his memories didn't go anywhere. "Remind me to never get punched in the head again," he lamented,

[red_travels]

Axel sympathy-grimaced when Roxas swore and put a hand on his head, and waited for the boy to move through the doorway first, silently dragging the fingers of one long hand over his friend's shoulder as he passed, and then nodded for Orihime to follow him as the blond boy headed down the hall and down the stairs toward the kitchen.

Reaching up into the cabinet above the sink and retrieving a bottle of Aspirin, he waited for Roxas to give the Ziploc for Orihime, and then dumped two pills into his palm and snatched Roxas's wrist before the kid could move to fill up a bag for himself. "Better all still be there when you wake up tomorrow," he said softly, fiercely, his turquoise eyes severe as he pressed the Aspirin into Roxas's hand. Then he bumped the boy softly with his hip to nudge him out of the way as he grabbed a fistful of ice and shoved it into a second bag

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Orihime watched Roxas in quiet concern as they walked down the hallway. She didn't know what was wrong, but it was pretty obvious that there was something upsetting him. Her suspicions were further confirmed as she observed Axel's reactions. She knew it wasn't any of her business, so she kept quiet, holding her wrist behind her back as she padded along behind them.

Ahhhhhh, the ice! It felt so good! Orihime leaned against the pack with a contented sigh, it was so cool and refreshing. The aching throb was diminished a great deal. "Thank you very much, Roxas...eh?!" she blinked, stumbling along as Axel gently tugged her after him.

There was a faint grin at the 'princess' remark, for she was quietly flattered. But obediently she held still, lowering the ice pack while allowing him to examine her. She looked up, so it wouldn't be awkward. "A-ah...a little!" Her tone was apologetic. It really did hurt, but not enough to make her cry. The bone structure underneath seemed in tact; she really did have a granite skull it seemed.

[red_travels]

Axel pulled back when her voice clearly indicated pain, but it did seem like the bones of her face were undamaged. Just as well--if those punks had actually busted her face, he'd have to go and beat their heads in a little more. He glanced past her to frown at Roxas, then tumbled backward onto the sofa and somersaulted off it to the floor, raking a hand back through his hair as he rose to realign the spikes of his hair. He glanced at the clock on the wall, then propped a hand on one sharp hip.

"Mm...well it's not real late," he said, looking thoughtful, "but you're prolly worn out." He didn't specify who he was talking to, and figured it didn't really matter. He waved a hand then. "Rox, you wanna lend her some shorts to sleep in or something?" he asked, glancing at her tattered skirt. "I mean...come on, princess, you can't sleep in that..." He waved them toward the stairs then, and headed down the side hall toward his father's bedroom. "I'll be along in a minute," he assured them, and then vanished down the hallway