[ Is... is this a trap? It's a trap, isn't it? One does not just walk into the adjacent room and have a conversation with their roommate at three in the morning. It's definitely a trap. ]
[He laughs again, shaking his head at the knock against his door, and gets up to open it.]
When I asked you to knock before entering, that isn't quite what I meant. [She's done this enough times that he knows she didn't actually hurt herself--though he was concerned the first few times. He gestures toward her head, still laughing a little.] Are you okay?
[ Ryoko is sitting cross-legged on the floor outside his door rubbing at her head innocuously with one hand while the other guards the cup of alcohol she's been nursing through the night. Of course, that question of his gets a near immediate and childish look accompanied by a -- ]
[ Except that she's rising off the floor in the next instant, dropping her gaze into her drink and pouting a mite more softly. This time, she murmurs: ]
Yes.
[ Because it's... not Axel's fault she kissed the wall again. Stupid wall. ]
[Ryoko's an odd duck, but Axel has always been fond of the odd ones. He's kind of odd himself, for that matter, so it all works out. He's about to offer a hand to help her up when she just floats off the floor and continues sulking into her drink. He still can't quite believe she drinks this much and doesn't ever seem to suffer any significant ill effects; it's kind of amazing.]
[He gestures toward the couch.]
You wanna siddown and talk? I can't really sleep, either. [He's not lying just to make her feel better or anything; he's awful at sleeping. This is why he naps so much, because he hasn't slept through the night in the better part of a decade.]
[ She slides her eyes from the inside of her drink to the couch to the inside of her drink again not unlike a sulking child. She is kind of lonely. Maybe. A little bit, not that she's going to admit it. ]
Yeah.
[ And she hovers there for a moment more... before pursing her lips with the realization that her body isn't responding properly. ]
[He sort of snorts in amusement, less because he finds her anger funny and more because he went through the same sort of thing many years ago, back when the Darkness too his world from him the first time.]
Yeah, well... Sadly the Darkness never gets input from a focus group before doing whatever the hell it wants.
Yeah, well... maybe it should. Or learn some discipline or somethin'.
[ Pot, kettle.
She's rising from the floor into the air now, though. At least she can do that much if... sadly, really. To be unable to perform spatial jumps is as saddening as it is inconvenient. She's moving to the couch now, at least. ]
Yeah, I think the Darkness never received proper parenting, so now it's just very badly behaved and doesn't understand that actions have consequences.
[He actually splutters at her question, though, looking downright indignant.]
'Do we have ice cream?', she asks. What do you take me for, woman? [Basically as soon as he found a place that sold ice cream, he's been making sure to keep at least three cartons in the freezer at all times.] You want vanilla, chocolate, or strawberry? [He wags a finger at her then.] Ah, wait--Neapolitan. You look like you need some Neapolitan. [Whatever a Neapolitan is. All he knows is that means all three flavors, and why he never thought to try combining sea salt with anything else before haunts him now. How good would sea salt and chocolate have been? Will he ever get the chance to find out, now?]
[ Because what's shame? Is that also edible? Can it be placed atop ice cream and eaten because she'd eat it if so. She's genuinely curious as she settles atop the couch, drawing her legs up and balancing the drink in hand expertly.
As though she'd spill a drop. ]
Maybe... the Darkness needs a time out.
[ Said the pot of the kettle, unwittingly describing her own history. ]
Got me. It means three flavors of ice cream layered together--usually vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry, in my experience--but I couldn't tell ya what the actual word means, or where it came from. I just heard it while I was on a mission once.
[Aaaand the anthropomorphization of Darkness continues. He laughs helplessly, pulling the three cartons of ice cream from the freezer and grabbing two bowls and two spoons. He runs one spoon under hot water so he can start doling out the ice cream, and then shakes his head.]
Yeah, I think Darkness is grounded. No conquering worlds for a month. See if that teaches it a lesson.
I guess the name doesn't matter all that much as long as it tastes good. It sounds good, anyway.
[ The flavors, not the name. Seriously, what sort of name is Neapolitan, anyway? Why not something else like... uh, like... eh, it'll come to her later. She takes a sip of her drink, wondering at Axel's proposed punishment as she looks into the cup again. ]
I like it, but then, I've yet to meet an ice cream I didn't like, so the bar ain't too high, all things considered.
[He sighs then, finishing filling the bowls and putting the ice cream back in the freezer. He moves back out to the couch and hands one of the bowls to Ryoko, frowning.]
If it doesn't... I really dunno. [He's okay with hedging his bets on Sora and Riku defeating the Darkness one of these days, but until then...] We may have to resort to corporal punishment.
[ Ryoko snorts at his initial statement regarding the bar for ice cream and accepts that bowl gratefully. She lifts her drink to leave it floating in place mid-air. No big. ]
"Might," he says.
[ She shovels a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth with that, then pauses, squinting at the bowl. Don't mind her reaching for her cup to dump her booze into the bowl. ]
Hey, if you can figure out how to actually give Darkness a good whupping, please let me know, 'cause I am all for it.
[He watches in something like appall for a moment then as she proceeds to dump her beverage... into the bowl of ice cream, and he scratches his head.]
That's... different. I've heard of people drizzling cordials on their ice cream, but never... What are you drinking, anyhow? Rum? Vodka? [He's not even sure what the local booze offerings are, he's not a big drinker, himself. He shrugs again.] I guess, whatever lights your kindling.
Sake's rice wine, yah? But... I guess most booze is made from grains of some sort, right? [He doesn't really know, he doesn't drink much. He has to laugh a little, though; Ryoko just seems so enthused about this.]
Ah... sure, I guess I'll give it a try. One drink can't hurt.
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Texting my nutsy roommate from one room away instead of just having a conversation like normal people.
You?
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[ See: lonely, drinking, dramatic, providing an adjective instead of a verb. ]
i cant sleep
[ Because, you know, she slept... most of the day. Pity her. ]
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Are those mutually exclusive complaints?
[Too bored to sleep? Too sleepy to do anything, so bored?]
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yes? no
maybe???
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For crying out loud, just meet me on the couch or something, sheesh.
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its not funny, axel
why are you laugasdfjl
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Oooow!
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When I asked you to knock before entering, that isn't quite what I meant. [She's done this enough times that he knows she didn't actually hurt herself--though he was concerned the first few times. He gestures toward her head, still laughing a little.] Are you okay?
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No.
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Yes.
[ Because it's... not Axel's fault she kissed the wall again. Stupid wall. ]
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[He gestures toward the couch.]
You wanna siddown and talk? I can't really sleep, either. [He's not lying just to make her feel better or anything; he's awful at sleeping. This is why he naps so much, because he hasn't slept through the night in the better part of a decade.]
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Yeah.
[ And she hovers there for a moment more... before pursing her lips with the realization that her body isn't responding properly. ]
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I'm so sick of this! It's ridiculous! Damned Darkness doing stupid, stupid.. things!
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Yeah, well... Sadly the Darkness never gets input from a focus group before doing whatever the hell it wants.
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[ Pot, kettle.
She's rising from the floor into the air now, though. At least she can do that much if... sadly, really. To be unable to perform spatial jumps is as saddening as it is inconvenient. She's moving to the couch now, at least. ]
Do we have any ice cream?
[ Because ice cream and booze absolutely mix. ]
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Yeah, I think the Darkness never received proper parenting, so now it's just very badly behaved and doesn't understand that actions have consequences.
[He actually splutters at her question, though, looking downright indignant.]
'Do we have ice cream?', she asks. What do you take me for, woman? [Basically as soon as he found a place that sold ice cream, he's been making sure to keep at least three cartons in the freezer at all times.] You want vanilla, chocolate, or strawberry? [He wags a finger at her then.] Ah, wait--Neapolitan. You look like you need some Neapolitan. [Whatever a Neapolitan is. All he knows is that means all three flavors, and why he never thought to try combining sea salt with anything else before haunts him now. How good would sea salt and chocolate have been? Will he ever get the chance to find out, now?]
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[ Because what's shame? Is that also edible? Can it be placed atop ice cream and eaten because she'd eat it if so. She's genuinely curious as she settles atop the couch, drawing her legs up and balancing the drink in hand expertly.
As though she'd spill a drop. ]
Maybe... the Darkness needs a time out.
[ Said the pot of the kettle, unwittingly describing her own history. ]
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Got me. It means three flavors of ice cream layered together--usually vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry, in my experience--but I couldn't tell ya what the actual word means, or where it came from. I just heard it while I was on a mission once.
[Aaaand the anthropomorphization of Darkness continues. He laughs helplessly, pulling the three cartons of ice cream from the freezer and grabbing two bowls and two spoons. He runs one spoon under hot water so he can start doling out the ice cream, and then shakes his head.]
Yeah, I think Darkness is grounded. No conquering worlds for a month. See if that teaches it a lesson.
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[ The flavors, not the name. Seriously, what sort of name is Neapolitan, anyway? Why not something else like... uh, like... eh, it'll come to her later. She takes a sip of her drink, wondering at Axel's proposed punishment as she looks into the cup again. ]
What if it doesn't?
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[He sighs then, finishing filling the bowls and putting the ice cream back in the freezer. He moves back out to the couch and hands one of the bowls to Ryoko, frowning.]
If it doesn't... I really dunno. [He's okay with hedging his bets on Sora and Riku defeating the Darkness one of these days, but until then...] We may have to resort to corporal punishment.
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"Might," he says.
[ She shovels a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth with that, then pauses, squinting at the bowl. Don't mind her reaching for her cup to dump her booze into the bowl. ]
It's outta control. If it comes to that...
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Hey, if you can figure out how to actually give Darkness a good whupping, please let me know, 'cause I am all for it.
[He watches in something like appall for a moment then as she proceeds to dump her beverage... into the bowl of ice cream, and he scratches his head.]
That's... different. I've heard of people drizzling cordials on their ice cream, but never... What are you drinking, anyhow? Rum? Vodka? [He's not even sure what the local booze offerings are, he's not a big drinker, himself. He shrugs again.] I guess, whatever lights your kindling.
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[ She doesn't seem to notice that expression of his, sticking her spoon into her newly made booze float enthusiastically. ]
It's the closest thing they said they had to sake when I described it to the clerk. It's good stuff. You wanna try some? I got a ton!
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Sake's rice wine, yah? But... I guess most booze is made from grains of some sort, right? [He doesn't really know, he doesn't drink much. He has to laugh a little, though; Ryoko just seems so enthused about this.]
Ah... sure, I guess I'll give it a try. One drink can't hurt.
[Famous last words, Axel...]
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