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[acrotism]

Who: Axel [acrotism], Natsuo [collapsetozero], and Youji [raisedtozero].
Where: Outside Latimir Apartments.
When: Sometime after Axel gets kicked out.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Axel's got nothing better to do with his time other than to entertain a couple of kids.
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[collapsetozero]

Sometimes this place can be fun -- it's violent, and everyone's reactions tend to be amusing to watch. But even that gets old after a while, and on the whole, Natsuo thinks it's pretty boring.

Which is why even more than usual lately, he and Youji have been jumping at almost any opportunity to experience anything out of the ordinary, even if it's just watching some weird guy melt snow. It's new, it's something interesting in this world devoid of real entertainment -- even if going out in the cold isn't something either of them relish so much these days, Natsuo thinks, glancing at some small icicles hanging from the edge of a building's roof and tightening his fingers around Youji's instinctively.

Just look for red -- And it's easy to spot him with that sharp contrast, with the snow already melting around him. Hands joined, they approach, Natsuo allowing Youji to take a slight lead as he always does, and they stop just beyond the border of the circle where the snow begins, looking it over with amusement and appreciation

[acrotism]

The not-so-distant, quiet crunch of snow signals their approach and Axel lifts his gaze just slightly to watch them, idly flexing his fingers one at a time in one smooth, fluid motion, the flames dancing and flickering around the bending digits.

They look simple enough, Natsuo and Youji, harmless and young, but they're not simple at all. They have ears - a second set, much like a cats and unlike anything he's ever seen in any of his travels to other worlds -, small and covered with fur, and one of them wears an eye patch. Briefly, he thinks of Xigbar and wonders if this kid's story is just as entertaining as the free shooter's.

"I don't like waiting," he says offhandedly with a wave of his hand and the flame at the center of his palm goes out.

While the statement is true, it's not exactly as if he has a choice in the matter. The fact is, he's a walking, talking portable heating system, to put it bluntly.

ffffff sorry this took foreverrrrr

[raisedtozero]

Youji lets go of Natsuo's hand, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He's not cold - at least, he's not aware of it - but brimming with self-importance, eager to decide if Axel's ability is really worth their time. If not, no matter; there are other things they can do to make him more entertaining.

His eyes catch a glimmer of flame in Axel's hand, but it's extinguished before he can be sure of what he saw. Natsuo's attacks would always be more beautiful and exciting to Youji, but if this man can make a fair attempt to match them, he'd at least get to be amused for a little while.

Besides, even though they hadn't tried a spell battle in this wasted city, Youji can't help but feel a strange fog clouding the back of his mind, obscuring the clear cut bond he has with Natsuo from even his own thoughts.

But he can't worry about that now, and quickly dismisses the unsettling feeling, turning his attention back to Axel.

"But the point was for us to see what you can do. So start over."

[acrotism]

Axel narrows his eyes a little, somewhat bothered by the way Youji seems to demand instead of ask, but the Flurry waves it off. He's young, so it's not so surprising that he comes off as a brat. Most kids are, anyway, as far as Axel's concerned.

He shifts on his feet and the snow around him shrinks, melts away in the direction he leans, the natural-yet-unnatural heat that radiates from him turning it to slush.

With out a word, Axel lifts one hand and with a slight curl and and outward twitch of his fingers, that flame is back, swirling in his palm and twisting up around his bare fingers. To him, it's natural, painless, just a part of who he is, and he tips his head, brows raising as a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips.