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Title: First Impressions
Characters: Roxas 'n Axel
Rating: Unrated right now, but I can expect it'll hit PG-13 quickly.
Summary: Axel and Roxas, er, meet.
Time/Location: Day room/late afternoon/Day 23
Curled up in a chair away from the center of the room sat a little boy. Well, he wasn't necessarily a boy. If you called him such, he would correct you politely by pointing that he was in fact, a young man. Didn't change the fact that he was still little, of course.
A book was open in this little lap, and his wide blue eyes moved over the words quickly. Since he had begun his stay at the asylum, Roxas' reading speed had increased significantly. His tastes in literature had been broaded as well; two years ago the bo- I mean, young man - would have found Moby Dick positively boring. At the moment, however, he was drinking the words right up, completely oblivious to the rest of his surroundings. But of course, becoming involved in reading does not make you crazy. Teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown at any given moment made you crazy. Bruises up and down your arms, unexplained to you, made you crazy.
Roxas pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind as he read, for the only thing at Malaise that truly made him feel at peace, assuming he wasn't reading any upsetting material (wouldn't want to repeat the A Clockwork Orange episode again), was the comfortable feeling of a book on his lap and words before his eyes.
Characters: Roxas 'n Axel
Rating: Unrated right now, but I can expect it'll hit PG-13 quickly.
Summary: Axel and Roxas, er, meet.
Time/Location: Day room/late afternoon/Day 23
Curled up in a chair away from the center of the room sat a little boy. Well, he wasn't necessarily a boy. If you called him such, he would correct you politely by pointing that he was in fact, a young man. Didn't change the fact that he was still little, of course.
A book was open in this little lap, and his wide blue eyes moved over the words quickly. Since he had begun his stay at the asylum, Roxas' reading speed had increased significantly. His tastes in literature had been broaded as well; two years ago the bo- I mean, young man - would have found Moby Dick positively boring. At the moment, however, he was drinking the words right up, completely oblivious to the rest of his surroundings. But of course, becoming involved in reading does not make you crazy. Teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown at any given moment made you crazy. Bruises up and down your arms, unexplained to you, made you crazy.
Roxas pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind as he read, for the only thing at Malaise that truly made him feel at peace, assuming he wasn't reading any upsetting material (wouldn't want to repeat the A Clockwork Orange episode again), was the comfortable feeling of a book on his lap and words before his eyes.