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Who: Axel [acrotism], Natsuo [collapsetozero], and Youji [raisedtozero].
Where: Outside Latimir Apartments.
When: Sometime after Axel gets kicked out.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Axel's got nothing better to do with his time other than to entertain a couple of kids.
the log:
Axel’s never been that fond of snow. Hell, he’s never been that fond of winter, but here he is, standing outside on the steps leading up to the lobby of Latimir apartments, arms crossed loosely over his chest. It’s a stunning contrast, the deep black of his coat and the blood-red hue of his hair against the white snow. Honestly, he’d much rather be inside, but reality is that he’s been kicked out of his own - shared - apartment, so he doesn’t really have much of a choice in the matter.
It’s probably the reason why he decided to meet with the brats anyway. He’s got the extra time, can’t hurt to waste some of it entertaining little kids who seem to be so easily fascinated.
Shifting on his feet, Axel stares down at his boots and the area around them, wet, but void of any snow for about a foot and a half in every direction. As he waits, he uncrosses one of his arms and turns his hand palm up, watching the flame that forms in the center of his palm and licks up along his fingers with little interest.
Damn kids better show up soon.
Where: Outside Latimir Apartments.
When: Sometime after Axel gets kicked out.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Axel's got nothing better to do with his time other than to entertain a couple of kids.
the log:
Axel’s never been that fond of snow. Hell, he’s never been that fond of winter, but here he is, standing outside on the steps leading up to the lobby of Latimir apartments, arms crossed loosely over his chest. It’s a stunning contrast, the deep black of his coat and the blood-red hue of his hair against the white snow. Honestly, he’d much rather be inside, but reality is that he’s been kicked out of his own - shared - apartment, so he doesn’t really have much of a choice in the matter.
It’s probably the reason why he decided to meet with the brats anyway. He’s got the extra time, can’t hurt to waste some of it entertaining little kids who seem to be so easily fascinated.
Shifting on his feet, Axel stares down at his boots and the area around them, wet, but void of any snow for about a foot and a half in every direction. As he waits, he uncrosses one of his arms and turns his hand palm up, watching the flame that forms in the center of his palm and licks up along his fingers with little interest.
Damn kids better show up soon.