The Case of the Unexpected Guest. (Namely, himself.)

[not_ale]

Kid gone for lessons, Dusks vanished to where ever they usually go when not summoned, and apartment all to himself.

Axel leans back into his oh-so-comfy couch and gives a relieved sigh. No Roxas in sight to raise an eyebrow and call him pointlessly sentimental, or cute little girl to implore him into doing non-assassinate-y things. Like...

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[unquenched]

There's a pause before he answers - and then a slow smirk spreads across his face.

"How are things in Castle Oblivion these days?"

[unquenched]

"Naturally." And matching smirk - he's well aware of the fact that he's loyal ... to his own cause, at least.

"Of course, you'd need to find him, I suppose. Any ideas where he might've gone?"

[not_ale]

And yes, that's a definite flinch there, barely held back since his guard was down while talking Roxas-shop.

It's back to poking at the barrier with his own powers. Why hello, barrier. Are you weak yet?

Barring escape, Axel puts on a cocky front. "No. Not really. He's got legs, yanno."