Date: 2008-07-08 04:28 am (UTC)
sleazeoverstyle: (those are fightin' words)
He knows grins like that. Not just 'cause Demyx gave him one when they talked either: he's seen 'em lots of times. He's made 'em lots of times himself, usually before he does something a little... oh, say destructive.

The time passes pleasantly enough: there's plenty of shade and one of the locals even brings over a couple drinks just to be nice -- what the fuck, who does that besides no one? -- as the afternoon turns to evening and the sun begins to set. This town of Axel's is a real sleepy one but it's cool and he's almost ready to revisit his whole thing about being able to live in a place like this. But that's just an afternoon of nothin' but friggin' lazy talking, and he knows he'd get sick of it sooner or later. Probably sooner.

The stars from here are pretty spectacular, and if he was the kind of guy who actually gave a shit about that kind of thing he'd be impressed. But a nature boy he ain't, and as the sky darkens he gives Axel an expectant look.

"What do you think? Time for the show?"
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