HOW'S MY DRIVING?

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[Axel is in the field again, deftly shredding flowers. It's anyone's guess what he's doing with his growing pile of twisted-together stems---flower art? Killing time? Decorative chest wreathes just to piss AU!Roxas off? Only time will tell.

He swats at a butterfly, frowning]

I liked it better when it was a frog eat frog world.

[what happens when a pissed-off Nobody meets a herd of winged frogs?

Frogsplosions.

Axel is sitting in the field of flowers, and if any brightly-colored amphibian gets too close, it suddenly catches fire and plummets with a pained squeak. His hair and clothes are damp and his expression is thunderous; guess who accidentally found the lake?]This ( Read more... )

Looks like irony's lost her touch. If the aim of this game was to make me miserable in this next life, Atlantica would've been a better choice---not some place that looks like Vexen's choice for a vacation spot.

Hell should've been light and water, right~?

[Axel's currently upside-down, arms crossed in a no-nonsense manner over his chest. His ( Read more... )

( and we were getting on like fire / with matchsticks in our eyes )