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[spellthingsout]

When; Today, early evening (before 8 PM, lulz schedule)
Rating; PG-ish?!
Characters; Roxas [obliviomancy], Axel [spellthingsout]
Summary; After this thread. Roxas wants to know the truth. Axel finally gives in. Maybe.

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[obliviomancy]

After weeks of questions to no avail, it was hard to believe that Axel would crumble so easily. He didn't believe it, not really - at least not until he felt the bed bounce under the sudden impact of one skeletal Nobody. Then, all at once, it felt a little more real. Axel knew better than to goad him in person, so unless he was planning to beat a strategic retreat in the next five minutes

[spellthingsout]

So much for the start of a conveniently planned beginning.

Axel was relatively positive that sitting so close to a constantly cranky, somewhat unpredictable Roxas couldn't have been safe. Especially when he felt his mouth twist into the start of a sneer upon hearing such simple words. Go ahead where? Couldn't care less -strange, he would have laughed at that- about anything except that. Control suddenly spontaneous, he looked away, leaning back on both hands as in the guise of thinking.

What did he want him to tell him anyway? Oh, sure, he'd been around for the crumbling of the Organization , had probably stuck his hand a little too deep in the proverbial cookie jar with that one. But he had his own agenda to keep, things to do; even if this pathetically constructed City gave him less to work with. Somewhere along the way, involving Roxas but not including him had become second nature. Weird

[obliviomancy]

Ignoring the jibe, he considered the question. There were way too many mysteries for his comfort. Castle Oblivion, for one. To Roxas, it had been just another mission Superior had pushed over his head. But if Sora had been there… ignoring it would be dangerous - especially if another Nobody who’d died in the castle showed up. Who knew how many of those deaths had been Axel’s fault?

Not that it really mattered to Roxas.

The most important question was, of course, how he could have disappeared. What could have transpired to bring him from Memory’s Skyscraper - and that was where he’d intended to go when he’d left, he was sure of it now - back to Sora? … But he couldn’t expect Axel to know that. Unless something’d happened

[spellthingsout]

Nice question to ask, would have been the preferred method of countering such an odd query. Maybe a little physical interaction, liking poking him in the forehead. Hard.

Guess it was better than some of the other things he could have asked, considering. Not that confessing to half of what he'd actually done after Roxas had left wouldn't have been amusing; watching his face twist into whatever resembled emotion was always entertaining - in more ways than one. Yet, that would leave far too much for him to consider, and really, he just didn't have the patience to put up with that. Axel stiffened a little, shifting positions to lean forward, arms resting on the either knee so he could stare at the floor instead