Sea-salt Ice Cream, Anyone? [Open!]
"We-ell, isn't this interesting?"
Axel has just discovered the Sensoriums, immediately reminded of the Holo-Missions. Still, it takes him a second to get over the mild shock of finding himself standing in The Grey Area, weird, way too perfectly situated holograms of Larxene and Demyx and Roxas sprawled on various couches. Vaguely out-of-tune sitar attacks his ears, and though he is grinning that really probably terrifying, cheeky-as-hell grin of his, he blinks and asks the room to not have anything to do with The Castle That Never Was. He supposes it was his own fault for having his favorite sofa on his mind when he walked in, but Nobody or not, the place always gave him the creeps.
In a brief second, he finds himself in Twilight Town, on top of the clock tower. He assumes his usual posture, one knee bent, other leg dangling towards the ground. Sea-salt ice cream makes itself known in his hand, and he sighs as he bites at it, trying not to think about how unused to being alone up here he is.
Stupid brat, running off like that...
Axel has just discovered the Sensoriums, immediately reminded of the Holo-Missions. Still, it takes him a second to get over the mild shock of finding himself standing in The Grey Area, weird, way too perfectly situated holograms of Larxene and Demyx and Roxas sprawled on various couches. Vaguely out-of-tune sitar attacks his ears, and though he is grinning that really probably terrifying, cheeky-as-hell grin of his, he blinks and asks the room to not have anything to do with The Castle That Never Was. He supposes it was his own fault for having his favorite sofa on his mind when he walked in, but Nobody or not, the place always gave him the creeps.
In a brief second, he finds himself in Twilight Town, on top of the clock tower. He assumes his usual posture, one knee bent, other leg dangling towards the ground. Sea-salt ice cream makes itself known in his hand, and he sighs as he bites at it, trying not to think about how unused to being alone up here he is.
Stupid brat, running off like that...