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[of_flames]

Who: Axel, Roxas, and Larxene (?)
When: Late night
Where: Axel's room
Rating:TBA
Warnings: Doesn't Larxene deserve a warning all her own?
Summary: Axel returns to life, greeted by his 'loved ones'.

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[gold_keyblade]

Oblivious to or just deliberately disregarding the morbidity of it, there happened to be a certain Keyblade master curled up at Axel's side, face pressed to his cold shoulder. Roxas wasn't sleeping. It was just an instinct, when Axel was so cold. The fire elemental hated to be cold. So Roxas wasn't sleeping, or rather he hadn't intended to be sleeping, although after a while his awareness began to drift and he couldn't be rightly said to be awake.

He missed the first few twitches and the cracks of re-aligning vertebrae, only murmuring something when Axel spoke aloud.

[sadisticstorm]

It was odd to have such silence from Larxene, and yet she'd spent a long while without a word from her mouth, a long while without so much as budging from the opposite wall, back pressed to it. Only every once in awhile would she reach out, stroke her fingertips across the leaf of a nearby potted plant, but never once did her eyes leave the two on the bed.

She did notice the twitches, and her chin lifted, shoulders squaring as she straightened up, stepped away from the wall and folded her arms across her chest.

"It's about damned time."

[of_flames]

"What happened

[gold_keyblade]

Roxas woke instantly when Larxene spoke, and bit his tongue on something inane when Axel answered. Leave it to an idiot to ask a question like that so carelessly.

He was up off the bed then, scowling as though the other two Nobodies had caught him at something embarassing, and mimicked Larxene's folded arms. Let her scold him. Roxas was still fighting past the urge to deck him.

aslfjlk SORRY BABIES. ;__; I didn't have the log tracked so I didn't realize it was my turn. MY BAD.

[sadisticstorm]

"Shut the fuck up," she snapped, though the words were almost half-hearted, perhaps a bit of relief underlying them. Just a little. She paid no attention to Roxas, bright eyes focused far too intently upon the redhead. "You're lucky we didn't leave you out there to wake up, covered in snow. Instead poor blondie here had to drag your sorry ass all the way home and then I had to lug you up the stairs."

In truth, Larxene was yelling for the sake of yelling; it always made her feel better. Yell and bitch, get it out of the way, and she'd resume a general state of semi-calm again soon enough.

She paused, lips pursed in a rather cute, slight pout, before she added, "You need to go on a diet, speaking of. You're heavier than you look."

[of_flames]

Axel glanced at the two of then, nonplussed. Roxas' sudden change of being curled against his side to the defensive stance of crossed arms wasn't lost on him. It was merely interrupted by Larxene's shouting. It didn't garner much of a reaction from VIII, the Nobody merely sitting up fully now that he could

[gold_keyblade]

The poking/stabbing with a Keyblade was starting to sound like a better and better idea, especially when Axel persisted in bringing up Val. Roxas's teeth ground together audibly at that.

He was not going to yell. He wasn't. He would very calmly take this in stride, and not let his temper get the better of him, and not march over there and shake Axel until that stupid grin fell off his stupid face, and not demand to know how Axel could have been so stupid, getting killed like that, where had all his self-preservation gone, WHY WAS HE BEING SO CASUAL ABOUT HAVING DIED. AGAIN.

All of that was what Roxas refused to yell. He clenched his fists hard enough to leave marks and kept his furious gaze on anything except Axel, because staring at that smirk was going to sever his last nerve and it wouldn't really help anything if Roxas ended up killing him again.

[sadisticstorm]

"Like hell we wouldn't have. I'll gladly slit your throat and toss you back out there, if you think I'm joking," she snapped sharply. Her gaze flicked momentarily over to Roxas, wondering just why he hadn't begun yelling, too. Both of them screaming at Axel seemed much more fun than the sound of her own voice reverberating off the walls.

"And a 'thank you' ought to be in order, you ungrateful prick." And if he didn't wipe that grin off of his face, Larxene really was tempted to launch herself at him and widen it with one of her knives. Very tempted.

Really, did all the men in her life have to be such ignorant, self-centered, smug jerks?