I don't know where I'm going,

[ninthserenade]

Who: got-it-memorizd & ninthserenade
When: Nov. 16, evening
Where: The Apartment of Bros (908 of Sector 4)
Summary: There's something rotten in the state of Denma--er, Axel. It's time for a spleen-to-spleen chat. (Set shortly after this)
Warnings: None, but will update if necessary.

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[got_it_memorizd]

"Ah, good timing," Axel said, his head in the fridge as he searched for the ranch salad dressing he knew was in there. He waved a hand toward the living room. "Pizza got here like five minutes ago."

Finding the dressing in the back of the fridge he pulled it out and squinted at the expiration date. Oh. Uh... He twisted the cap off to take a sniff--"Augh, eulll!"--then quickly held it at arm's length to put the cap back on. Tossing it into the trash can he waved a hand in front of his face and shook his head quickly, like he could get rid of the residual funk that way.

"Dude, how long have you had that salad dressing?" he asked with a cough, closing the refrigerator and sort of stumbling into the living room. "Another week and I think it'd've grown legs."

[ninthserenade]

"The ranch? Uh," he trails off into thought as he unzips his coat to hang it up on the hook. "I think I've had it for about a month. Did it go bad already or somethin'?" Granted, the thought of it growing legs makes him laugh a little. To him, it's not entirely impossible. "I think I bought a new bottle the other day though cuz that one was almost out."

[got_it_memorizd]

"A month, that's it?" He gave an exaggerated full-body shudder and shook his head. "Maybe the Darkness got to it, then, 'cuz that was some pretty scary stuff. I'm traumatized; I'll just eat my pizza without ranch."

He had only recently discovered the beauty of putting things that were not necessarily meant for going on pizza on pizza. Ranch dressing, honey mustard, he'd found both of those surprisingly tasty... he wasn't certain he was brave enough to try peanut butter yet, though.

Pulling his NV out of his pocket and tossing it on arm of the couch, he flipped open the pizza box and grabbed a slice, flopping down on the sofa and putting socked feet up on the table. Picking up the NV again and scrolling through a few messages on the network, he took a bite of pizza and didn't meet Demyx's eye.

"Sho," he said with his mouth full, "what'sh on your mind?"

[ninthserenade]

"Or maybe it was almost bad in the store. I'll pick some more up tomorrow on my way home from work." He ducks into the kitchen to snag the small can of pineapple from the fridge and a spoon, quickly heading back into the living room to claim his own spot on the couch.

Then when Axel starts going through his NV, he takes his time to load up his own slice up with pineapple, stopping only to grab a small stack of the napkins sent along with the pizza. "That," a bite, "ish wha' I wanted t'ash you." It felt a little... odd being the confronting party for once. "I mean, you've been acting kinda funny lately. Are you okay? What's goin' on?" Even with Axel avoiding his eyes, the concern was evident in his own.

[got_it_memorizd]

Pineapple? Hm. He hadn't tried that on pizza before. He did like pineapple, though. Leaning forward and plucking a cube from the can, he tossed it up in the air to catch it in his mouth--

--and then nearly choked on it when Demyx turned the question back on him. He made a half-strangled noise and swallowed the pineapple with a bit of difficulty, a rather unflattering scene. With a cough and a harsh clearing of his throat, Axel gave Demyx a look.

"What--" He cleared his throat again when his voice cracked, and decided maybe he would swear off pineapple for a while. "What're you talking about, 'funny'?" he asked, shaking his head, looking as confused as he could manage while still recovering from the shock of near-death by tropical fruit.

Was the mask slipping, or was Demyx just a lot more perceptive than Axel had ever given him credit for?