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Character(s): Axel & Sora.
Content: Axel, being the stalker good lookout/friend he is, has spied himself a Sora to blame for Roxas' absence.
Setting: the Café Sora and Rinzler had found themselves in.
Time: Slightly backdated. Late afternoon. Let's go with Week 29?
Warnings: some good ol' fashioned violence?
There wasn't much that escaped number VIII, especially when he was on high alert. Roxas had failed to show up at their planned meeting and of course, the redhead was ready to find the source of the problem. There were plenty of people in the city who were planting all sorts of strange ideas into his head, and there was no doubt in his mind that at least one of them was the reason for his failure to show.
Of course, there were a few names at the top of that list. Sora being one of them.
Axel had had his eyes glued to the brunette kid for a little while now, up to and including watching him and that weirdo helmet guy go into the café. The redhead's post was a building across the way, perched on the rooftop. It would be too public to confront Sora inside and if he was playing buddy buddy with that guy, well, there was no sense in piling the odds up against him, even if Axel was sure he could take both of them without breaking a sweat.
Arms across his chest, he leaned over the side of the ledge, hood up, watching the door carefully for when they'd make their exit, and preferrably, go their separate ways.
Content: Axel, being the stalker good lookout/friend he is, has spied himself a Sora to blame for Roxas' absence.
Setting: the Café Sora and Rinzler had found themselves in.
Time: Slightly backdated. Late afternoon. Let's go with Week 29?
Warnings: some good ol' fashioned violence?
There wasn't much that escaped number VIII, especially when he was on high alert. Roxas had failed to show up at their planned meeting and of course, the redhead was ready to find the source of the problem. There were plenty of people in the city who were planting all sorts of strange ideas into his head, and there was no doubt in his mind that at least one of them was the reason for his failure to show.
Of course, there were a few names at the top of that list. Sora being one of them.
Axel had had his eyes glued to the brunette kid for a little while now, up to and including watching him and that weirdo helmet guy go into the café. The redhead's post was a building across the way, perched on the rooftop. It would be too public to confront Sora inside and if he was playing buddy buddy with that guy, well, there was no sense in piling the odds up against him, even if Axel was sure he could take both of them without breaking a sweat.
Arms across his chest, he leaned over the side of the ledge, hood up, watching the door carefully for when they'd make their exit, and preferrably, go their separate ways.