don't like living in a dirty town

[bitchykid]

WHO: Axel acidcut & Roxas bitchykid
WHERE: The Warehouse
DATE: January 28th 1936
SUMMARY: People who know each other in a place with implications.
STATUS: Closed;

Comments

why that song :( :( :( :(

[acidcut]

The work in the warehouses was the dullest stuff available, and I tended to avoid it as much as possible. A lot of the fellas thought I thought I was too good for it or something, but I'd held my ground in enough fights over it for them to shut up and walk the other way if they ever felt like bringing it up. I didn't like it cause it was boring, that was all. I pulled my weight enough not to get anyone important nagging on me, that was all that mattered.

But if my pockets were emptying out and there weren't any more interesting jobs on the table, heading down the warehouses was my only option. So I sucked it up and got ready for doing grunt work for a few hours. Took a shortcut down to the nearest one, came in the back door and worked my way through the rows of crates towards the light of the office. Rounded one corner and there was someone checking the crates. Soft lamplight from the other side of him, throwing him mostly into shadow, but I could still see enough to recognise who it was.

I laughed, couldn't not. "You're kidding me,

why those whiny frowny faces? 8|

[bitchykid]

I'm not really in the mood for some random guy laughing at me and I turned to face him, annoyance on my lips when I saw just who it was.

"What are you doing here?" An obvious question, but they tended to spill out of me before I cared enough to stop them. It was a valid one anyway and I would have asked it of anyone, even if I knew they were supposed to be in the warehouse. If they weren't doing what they were supposed to, it'd be no trouble putting their lazy asses back on track.

Not that Axel was exactly unwelcome, maybe. He wasn't such an asshole, upon closer inspection, but still. I was trying to work.

that song makes me saaaaad

[acidcut]

"I work here," I said, grinning. "Sometimes." I walked closer, leant against the crates next to him.

"Didn't think you'd be an Osborn man." I hadn't really thought about where he worked at all, really. Figured he probably did odd jobs, considering how he liked to stick his nose in different things through the book. I wondered if any of his friends knew, and what they'd think if they found out. Not that I'd be the one to spill it.

[bitchykid]

I gave him a dry look. I wasn't an Osborn man, my chances of that had been fucked up by a nice week long sleep. I wasn't reliable I'd be down here in the warehouses for the rest of my life. At least it paid, but I had started to hope for better. The disappointment tasted unpleasant to me.

"Surprised I work for one of the richest guys in town?" I wondered blandly.

[acidcut]

"Nah, though I do wonder what that communist fella would make of it." Raised my eyebrows as I said it, but it was idle. A wondering, just like I said. I wasn't gonna make it into anything more, though I didn't know if he knew that or not.

"Me, I'm surprised you've got a career in crime going." It did give half an explanation for why he didn't get on with Edgeworth (the other half being that Edgeworth was an asshole), but I also remembered how impressionable he could get in the books, with all his questions and loops. Made me wonder how he'd fallen into Osborn's gang in the first place, and if he even knew what he'd really signed up for.