When I reached for your tear-streaked cheek

[linkings]

Who: linkings and got_it_memorizd
When: September 22, late afternoon
Where: Axel's apartment
Summary: Axel's proposed a small project for Naminé in restoring his memories of Xion. First time's the charm as they say!
Warnings: None so far. I'll update as needed.

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[got_it_memorizd]

"Well, good," he said, getting to his feet and setting his NV on the coffee table. "They're useful, discreet and quick--best transportation around, I'd say."

He shook his head then. She just looked so timid and he was never quite sure what to do with that. He knew she knew he wouldn't hurt her the way Marluxia and Larxene had, but he supposed being around people stronger than she was had a way of unsettling her. It was understandable, in the long run.

"You're fine; I wasn't busy," he said.

Moving past her into the kitchen, he pulled open the refrigerator and pressed his lips together.

"Ah, I don't really have a lot to offer," he said, peering at her over the door, "but do you want some... juice or something?" He wasn't really used to being a host, as it were. Demyx had loaned him some money so he could at least stock a shelf in the kitchen until he got things settled with Xino Mao, but the pickings were pretty slim. Despite a generally opportunistic outlook on life, he wasn't looking to take advantage of Demyx's generosity. Pulling a can of juice from the top shelf he waggled it at her. "Orange-guava," he said with a grin. "S'pretty good.

"I won't lie, I've really got no idea what to expect from this little endeavor," he said then, resting his arm on the top of the refrigerator door, "but you're the one doing me the favor, so... none'a that torrential apologizing stuff if things don't work out perfectly; got it memorized?" He ventured a thin smile and pulled out a can of juice for himself, closing the refrigerator with his hip. "Just... hit me with your best shot."

He wanted his memories back and that was that.