OOC: Is so quiet...-_-. Every Org. member is sleeping except for Roxas xP. If Sora plays apart, are his friends going to appear? (I mean, Kairi and Riku). You know I always wondered about Naminé too...even though she wasn't a part of the Org., she was under them for awhile.
OOC: Oh, snap. I didn't see your post until I looked back xP. And yeah, is not breaking it. Sanctuary can be real, is a song. "I like that one too," Axel approved from his resting position on the table, giving a nod in agreement. He heard it a million times before, and it was a good and nice cheesy slow song. It was quite popular as well, and he was sure not many people would mind. "Are you singing it? And is that all you're going to perform?"
It took awhile to get used to not having a warm body, and someone else's scent, but it was better now as the familiarity filled in. Not desirable, but way better. Axel didn't really tell her, but Roxas', as well as Demyx's beds, were the same as his, and hers was more comfortable. Not that theirs wasn't, is just that Larxene's felt more like fluffy white clouds full of cotton and soft, smooth, covers, sheets, and pillows. While his bed was just normal, yet very relaxing and snug. Maybe when he had the chance he could go complain to Xemnas about favoritism and equality, right now though, he wanted rest. Yawning deeply, he closed his eyes, covering himself more with the sheets as he went to sleep.
"Um..depends on what you are looking for, exactly," Axel replied thoughtfully, glancing at him for a little bit, before paying his attention back to the white painted ceiling. "I mean, there are different genres, and types. Slow songs. And there are many people that like particular ones. Though I would say no to playing country or the blues."
OOC: Okay, you're in. Just try to keep him in character a bit. "Then there you go," Axel edged on, laying his back on the wooden surface as he laid down, his eyes staring up at the ceiling, placing his arms behind his head. "And yeah, I'll see. You know, you should've become a Undecided. You talk to everyone, and you don't hate any of the Preps, or have done anything...worth hating."
Axel jumped on his bed as the force bounced him up two times from the springs a she landed, bare-chested but with his red, silk pajama pants on. He even took a shower, which he needed, and now he wanted to curl up and dream, taking his mind of the thoughts plaguing him. For a long time. Yet, it didn't match the peacefulness that he had experienced when with Larxene. It just felt...empty, in some way. There was something different about sleeping next to someone very close as he had, and then being alone. Getting under his crimson covers, the lights turned off already after he got out of the bathroom, he snuggled on his pillo, his eyes half-lidded as the fatigue chimed in, but he frowned slightly. There wasn't the smell of lavender.
"I heard your real singing voice before," Axel remarked, giving a dirty look on his horrible singing a few minutes ago, before crossing his arms as he made himself sit more upright on the table. "And it's great. You can perform, and also be the DJ. We need someone to play music if they haven't found one."
Axel breathed a sigh as he transported to his room, his bed left unmade from before, and the whole place having a cozy and toasty atmosphere. He warmed up his room usually when it got too cold, and since he slept there, the body heat waves he gave off helped on letting it stay hot, or to a steady degree. But he rather'd be in someone else's room. He wanted to go over there anyway, but went against the idea. Too risky.
OOC: Lol xDD. But hey, no breaking the fourth wall again, okay? The game never happened. But I'll let this one pass. "Ah," Axel breathed with a chuckle, wagging a finger at Demyx as if saying no, and he made a mistake. "But I didn't choke him or kill him, did I? Just a little spar, you could say." He took his arm off Demyx's shoulder, and sat himsel fon the top on the wooden table now, swinging his legs lazily. "So why were you screeching songs out before?"
"Sorry," Axel sheepishly apologized, patting his back, before hanging it over his shoulder. He didn't know if Demyx meant the comment or not, but he'll play along for now. There was no need to start something again. "I lose control when I get angry. Though I'll never be able to do that to Roxas no matter how pissed off he gets me."
"I know, that was just a warning on being careful what you say about me next time," Axel replied with a frown, sounding a bit out of breath and croaky. He gazed at Demyx as he rubbed his neck, that was all a red hue from the grip he had him in. Rubbing his arm a bit regretfully, Axel asked, "You okay?"
"Yeah, that's all you seem to say," Axel murmured back to the Prep, hearing his mumble, keeping his eye on Demyx, until he choked out the sorry he was looking for. It was then Axel retrieved his hand, and pulled back, grabbing Demyx by the scruff of his uniform and pulling him up as he coughed. The little buble inside him started to subside as he heard what he wanted, though he was still agitated. Taking deep breaths, he tried to calm down, though he wasn't really going to break Demyx's neck. He had his morals, and Demyx wasn't that horrible to deserve it. If at all.
"And it seems you're brain is stuck inside the bush that is your hair, you prick. This isn't your problem. So why don't you get 'back off' memorized?" Axel retorted with a yell, this time not bothering to trun around to face him, and picked Demyx up only to slam him back down on the table again, only because he started to laugh again. "One more time Demyx, say sorry, or I'll make sure you won't get to sing again." And Axel didn't mind going to jail. He's been there anough.
And Sora made it worse indeed. "And you should shut the hell up before I f*ck you up next," Axel threatened sharply to the spiky brunette, piercing his eyes at him for a second, before turning back to Demyx. He didn't need to deal with a Prep right now, and in fact, he didn't even know why Demyx was a Skater anyway. Whatever the cause, he tightened his hand around his neck more to stop his laughing, and Demyx made a choking sound. But Axel didn't care at the moment. "Say sorry."
"Do you think I'm stupid?!!" Axel shouted at him, more furious now than before, and without letting go off his throat, slammed him down on top of the near table they were standing from, having his vice grip still encircled on the neck where he gets air to breathe. "I'm sure Kairi says got it memorized as well, right?!!"
He didn't waste anytime as he made his way over to the mullet-haired guy, looking nervously for an escape, though Axel was quick on his feet, and before any of them knew it, he grasped Demyx by his throat roughly and tight, green eyes turned into slits and a thick frown grazing his face. Axel studied Demyx harshly, before pulling him up from his neck, so their faces were close, as he growled, "What were you saying before, Demyx? I'm a red-headed loser? Is that it?"
Axel's iPod wasn't loud enough for him not to hear that little jip. A bubble of anger dwelled inside at being made of a joke, especially on his catchphrase, and he turned off his iPod as he placed it back on his pocket, rolling the earphones. The guy really wanted to commit suicide, didn't he? Nobody made fun of him. With a desire to give pain, he marched and stomped right back to the cafeteria, and slammed the door open with a loud bang, glaring dangerously at the culprit, his eyes blazing at the musician. "DEMYX!"
Axel just stood there watching the whole display for a while, upset and frowning. So much for the lunch room and privacy, damn it. At least he knew where Roxas was, and...Demyx. So he didn't find Olette, and he didn't either. He turned the volume on his iPod higher to take away Demyx's off-key singing, and turned around to walk away from the cafeteria's door. He paused for a moment, thinking if he should save Roxas from the horror, and decided not to. Demyx....is Demyx. There's just no other words to describe him, and he didn't want to be sucked into it.
OOC: Of course you can. Though he's a skater, yet, he talks to anybody anyway. Demyx is like that. He grinned as Marluxia glared, but they passed each other by now, and he was walking towards the lunch room. It was empty, but at least he'll have privacy and get something to munch on or drink all the while. Axel glimpsed at his iPod again to choose a song, and decided to play Asterisk by Orange Range. That was a good one. He wondered what Roxas was doing now...
OOC: Yeah. Check the first page.
