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[dingdongdoodily]

There's a teenaged rock star actually looking particularly normal for the occasion for once, spangled out in a ton of beaded necklaces and a bright outfit

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[killitwith_fire]

A very similar head of hair goes dancing by, despite the lack of music.

[dingdongdoodily]

They could TOTALLY BE TWINS!

Except not really at all, so much.
Pickles looked up, got a smirk, and commented, "Hey buddy, nice hair!"

[killitwith_fire]

"Yours isn't half bad either!" Axel replies, as he spins around a chair.

[dingdongdoodily]

He grinned, "So is that a normal thing or just a thing fer the day? 'Cuz c'mon, dude, that's totally you."

Pickles was a fan of hair that defied gravity, obviously.

[killitwith_fire]

"Totally normal, and all natural."

Axel's is a smug grin.

"The outfit's not, but what the hell, yeah?"

'Outfit' at the moment to consist of loose black pants, besequined and bespangled, and not much else.

[dingdongdoodily]

"Yep, go with the flow. Can't say the color's all natural on mine, it's more natural red underneath the fire-engine color but enh, red's red, right?"

In about a decade, his hair would naturally darken to fire-engine red, but he wasn't going to argue with dying it 'til then.

"Outfit's pretty natural fer me, though."

Smug? Who's smug? Certainly not Pickles! No, nono.

[killitwith_fire]

Axel laughs.

"Nice," he says. "I'm normally a lot more black leather, myself, but this isn't too bad."

[dingdongdoodily]

"Oh, nice. I've got a few pairs of leather pants, ain't so big on wearin' 'em because they're just, y'know, kinda hard to sit down in, but whatever."

He put out his cigarette and extended his hand, "Th'name's Pickles."

((OOC: Two people based loosely off Axl Rose? DEAR LORD WHAT HAVE WE STARTED?!))

[killitwith_fire]

"Axel," he replies, shaking Pickles' hand. His own is noticeably warmer than is normal. "I've never had any problem with the leather; I can move just as well in it."

((occ: *GRIN*))

[dingdongdoodily]

"Good t'meetcha." The body temperature thing wasn't entirely noticed consciously, though Pickles did note it somewhere in the back of his head.

"Enh, it's all a matter of breakin' it in. Just haven't gotten around t'doin' it yet with mine. New wardrobe. Have a seat, I'll buy you a drink."

[killitwith_fire]

"All right," Axel grins, sliding into a seat. "Best way to do it is to sleep in it," he advises.

[dingdongdoodily]

"I never thought of that. Huh, that's actually a really good idea." His brow was furrowed but he was nodding, thinking it over. "Right on." He waved over a rat, and ordered a bottle of beer for himself (not yet taken to ridiculously heavy drinking just yet) and looked to Axel.

"Then again, that wouldn'ta come to me, I tend to sleep in the buff."

Too much information, Pickles, thanks.

[killitwith_fire]

"Something spicy," Axel says to the rat. "And on fire." His grin doesn't waver.

"Yeah? Whatever suits you."

[dingdongdoodily]

"Oo, good choice." Said the rock star. "So what do you do fer a living?" He asked, because well, big hair and leather only meant two professions where he was from, but it was always good to check here.

[killitwith_fire]

"Well, if you mean to make money..." Axel starts. "I kill things. Heartless, mostly; nasty little things that have a habit of eating people's hearts."

That, and he raids various royal treasuries, although that's more for, y'know, fun.

[dingdongdoodily]

"Assassin, in other words, or hunter. Cool. I play music. Pretty decent livin', actually. Still can't get over the fact we've got enough fans to sell out a stadium, though."

He had just rose to fame for the first time, and it was a high unlike any other for him. "But I think you got me trumped on the Cool Things to Make Money list."