[His voice is raw and thin, a little bitter, a little angry, but it's more at himself than anyone else, so don't take it too hard, guys.]
Before anybody else asks about it, yes, Roxas is gone. His apartment is empty, his name is wiped from the registry--he's gone.
[He inhales like he's thinking of saying something else, then stops himself and
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And no.
They're not going to stop any time soon. Not until the door opens.]
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What? [He stops then, looking startled for half an instant at the figure standing in the doorway, and then he just furrows his brow a little.] Lea?
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[After an obligatory teenager eyeroll, he goes through the large, bulging plastic bag he has. A wrapped up bar of sea-salt ice cream is thrown at Axel's face.]
C'mon.
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One eye narrows.]
Is it poisoned?
[Yes, this is Axel trying to pretend that nothing is wrong.]
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[Yet another ice cream is retrieved, which doesn't seem to do anything to lessen the girth of the plastic bag. This one is shoved into Lea's own mouth before he starts to tap his foot.]
Are you just going to stay in here all day?
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[He unwraps the ice cream, then steps back to allow the kid to come inside if he wants. Taking a bite of the corner of the ice cream bar, he chews thoughtfully for a moment, then frowns.]
I dunno, maybe. Why? [Another bite of ice cream.] There a party I should know about?
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[And that's around the time Lea steps forward to loop one of his arms around one of Axel's and tries to tug him out of that god damn room. He's starting to get as tall as you, Axel; watch out.]
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[He pauses briefly, frowning at him, but not pulling away anymore.] I've got some thinking to do.
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So if you're going to think, you're going to do it out loud. Next to me. Possibly on a roof top. With ice cream.
I know I'm not leaving. You know I'm not leaving. I know you know I'm not leaving. Et cetera and all that stuff. So shut up and give in already or else I'll pester you all day.
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[Well, it seems the kid's adamant. With a long-suffering sigh, he just sticks one leg out to close the door with his foot (since his hands are occupied at the moment) and then gives Lea a helpless look.] Fine, fine. You can let go. [And he gives a tug on his arm to extricate it before moving toward the couch where his coat is draped over the arm. Sometimes he catches himself in the mirror wearing a tee-shirt and it's startling--he's so used to the coat all the time, but it's just kinda silly to wear it in the house. It's not like it's a uniform anymore, really. But he never leaves the house without it. Draping it over his shoulder, the ice cream hanging from his mouth.
Reaching up to take the stick, he looks thoughtful for a moment, then removes the ice cream from his mouth to speak, sort of wagging it at him.]
You really shouldn't sass your elders, you know. Fine, know any good rooftops?
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[With some amount of reluctance, he lets go, watching Axel carefully like he's expecting some big trick. Just because he's been nice sometimes doesn't negate the fact that he's been a sneaky jerk before. The 'elders' thing has him rolling his eyes.]
Please. How much older are you than me anyway? Besides, you're just me, so it doesn't matter.
[Still devouring his own ice cream, he leads the way. While his confrontation with Vriska may have ended with him getting his ass kicked, he did manage to get a good look on the rooftops on the area. So with that, he leads his Nobody out of the apartments and, fifteen minutes later or so, leads him up onto a rooftop near the plaza.]
This suit the royal highness' tastes?
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