[Axel grin into the camera, a sign just out of sight below the camera. He is munching down on some pocky, with a bottle of Ramune in his other hand.]

You know...this place ain't too bad when you figure out how to play the game...

Dittoing the others. You can hit me up at penguinfaery~!

I really hate this place.

A lot.

...

Where the HELL is Roxas?

So this yardsale...thing...

Seriously, who's been here long enough to have shit to sell? Are y'all packrats?

This place reeks of stagnation. I’m tired of being here. I’m tired of being a docile pet.

This isn’t what heartless are for.

You know.

My secret Santa should be a luck out. A damn breeze.

Instead I can't think of a damned thing for em.

Maybe something for his rabbit. Shit. I don't know. A squirt gun? Something shiny?

It's mellow. I feel like I'm posting that a lot lately. I suppose it's a good thing, but I also can't shake the feeling it shouldn't be that way.

Nothing should be the way it is right now. But it is. So I guess we keep moving forward till things change.

( Private to Roxas )

So this is the difference between having a place where you sleep, and home.

It's nice. Incredibly so.

The apartment really feel live in now. Being that it is.

Roxas picked out good thing, it looks nice and not to...model house like.  And he's here, which is always a good addition.

I don't know quite what I did right, but I'm not gonna fuck it up.