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[croceamors]

[Hey there, Vatheon. Most of you probably haven't seen this guy introduce himself, and... he doesn't look like he's going to start now. He just looks very faintly confused- or maybe annoyed? It's hard to tell.]

...How do you get rid of a dog? Beyond killing it.

[As if on cue, something barrels onto the couch Saix is sitting on. It's a big cheery looking golden retriever, a blunt contrast besides grouchy lineface here. It cuddles up to him without fear. There's one of those big glowy star plushies in its mouth.]

It won't stop following me, for some reason.

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[croceamors]

..If you continue to use that pun, I will in fact break your other hand.

[flared]

[Boy, you sure do have a heart on for pain, bro.]

So you can waste more supplies?

[croceamors]

[He will kill you in your sleep]

I'll simply dump you on the hospital's doorstep.

[flared]

[Oh, come on. Have a heart.]

Oh, so you'll take me there yourself? How noble.

[croceamors]

[Lineface]

[flared]

[Wow you piece of--

--Fine. Sloooooooowly grinning right back at you]

[croceamors]

[what are you even doing.]

[Slowly... narrowing eyes at you back...]

[flared]

[You know, you don't look very menacing with that dog next to you. Not like Axel really did find you particularly menacing in the first place.

... Slowly raising a brow now. Yes?]

[croceamors]

[A big goofy bright dog who doesn't understand personal space does undermine one's attempts at looking intimidating, that is true.]

[Saix decides to break this whole thing off before it becomes just plain stupid.]

What do you want?

[flared]

[Still smirking, his voice becomes rather low,]

Why did you waste your time on me?

[Patching him up and all that, he means. Surely it would have been easier to just dump him on the street.]

[croceamors]

Why did you on me?

[Two can play this game, after all, and Axel isn't the only one wondering things. Saix shifts a bit, and the dog finally seems to catch onto the mood as it lays its head down on his lap quietly. Still wrecking Axel's glowing star plush, of course.]

[flared]

[So that's how it is, is it. He scoffs then glances away with a roll of his eyes. ... Hm. Why, indeed.]

Would the answer really matter to you?

[croceamors]

It would clear up some things.

[Such as, for example, what is wrong with him. Stuck here with nothing more to really focus on or devote all his time and energy to has left Saix with quite a few questions that won't leave him alone.]

[flared]

[Would it really? Or would it just bring up more questions? Axel's not so sure it would be worth it. Axel catches sight of the dog out of the corner of his eyes and it briefly distracts him.]

Not so sure I'd wanna bore your dog pal there with this sort of conversation.

[croceamors]

You're derailing from the topic. This dog doesn't have an opinion on conversation one way or another.

For that, the only answer you'll get for your question is that it was what I decided to do.

[flared]

That means there's more to your answer you're not telling me.

[croceamors]

Obviously.

This goes both ways. Focusing on the dog means you don't want to talk about it, and want to distract me. You did similar at the carnival.

[flared]

[He hates that you can tell. Axel brings a hand to his head to just sort of fiddle with the gauge over his wounded temple.]

... I don't want to talk about this over the network.

[croceamors]

[It's one of those downsides to having grown up together, having gone through so much together only to have it all fall apart. As much as he sometimes wish he didn't, Saix really can't forget anything about Axel, even his ridiculous little quirks.]

Would your little blond guarddog let you leave the house after what happened last time?

[flared]

[Axel likes to think that he does a good job at hiding his "emotions" and all those said quirks, but, really, he wears his heart on his sleeve, so to speak. Even when he's trying his damn hardest, people like Saix and Roxas can just pick out the tiniest nuances like that.]

He's not my guard dog.

[So, yes. He thinks.]

[croceamors]

Then you know where I live.

[flared]

Somewhat.

[Hard to remember given how fast everything was going at the time. And with a head injury on top of that.]

... Just wait.

[croceamors]

[Saix's only reply is to turn off the SFC.]

[flared]

[It's with great reluctance that Axel finally decides to get up and chance going to Saïx's home, using a Portal, which, with his current condition, could easily harm his body, even more now that he can't wear his Organization coat so long as he has a cast. So in a black tank top and his usual leather bottoms and boots, he shows up after a bit of wandering through the Corridors. The scent finally hits him and he ends up in the bedroom just as before, only this time he's at least on his feet and not being punched in the face.

They're gonna talk and this time hopefully nothing more than that..]

[croceamors]

[The sound of scrambling claws on hardwood and then carpet breaks the silence of the home and soon enough there's a big bouncing ball of golden fur bursting into the room. The golden retriever gives a loud bellowing bark, immediately invading Axel's personal space. At least it doesn't try to tackle him over or anything like that. Just sniffing in places that dogs really shouldn't sniff but do anyway.]

[Saix's arrival is considerably more quiet, just walking to the open doorway and standing there, waiting.]