[001] intro post; open!

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Characters: Axel and anyooooooneeee /ghost noises
Setting: Dorm room hallways.
Format: Whatever you want!
Summary: Axel's just ditched his dorm room and is trying to look like he knows where he's going wandering around the hallways, looking for some info.
Warnings: Possible mild cursing?



Confusion and panic tend to go hand in hand, but Axel's not going to let that be the case for him.

After stuffing the letters he'd found in one pocket of his cloak, Axel had been quick to get out of the room he'd woken up in. He'd taken note of the number on the door on his way out, so that he could be sure of where he needed to head back to- afterall, that trunk seemed to have his stuff in it, among a few other things- and then gotten to searching up and down the halls for a familiar face, or better yet, someone who looked like they were in a position of authority.

And that's where he still is now, getting increasingly impatient and frustrated with himself for not actually knowing what the hell else to do.

Still, no need to stress. There had to be someone around with enough of a brain to answer his questions.

Just a matter of finding them.

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...sorry about that, I'll ask Bert in the mailroom.

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Axel's been through this before, he knows the routine. He yells, it doesn't help Roxas remember him, nobody gets a happy ending wah wah wah. He doesn't want things to go that way again. So as long as Roxas is here... maybe he should try another approach.

Stepping back from the door a little, he tries his best to relax.

"That's right. Glad you remember that, at least." Okay, that might have been a little bitter sounding.

"Look, you can open the door. I'm not out to cut your throat, Roxas."

I thought he got promoted last week?

[lamentless]

Roxas stepped back from the door, opening it after a moment. He was trying very hard not to fidget, but it wasn't exactly working out right. However, he did give in to his own snarky bitterness, glancing back at the door. "...waking up in a tower with a bunch of violent people isn't exactly the best time to go around and being friendly." More to himself than to Axel, but it was a pretty satisfying grump to get out of his system.

"I don't know if I remember so much as..." Was he really going to talk to this guy? Ugh, whatever. Part of him wanted to, so he might as well vaguely explain the situation. "Someone told me I'm missing some memories. That's true, right?" Rox might have sounded the slightest bit needy there, but confirmation was all he was running on these days.