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TEXTING MEME
You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.)

instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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What kind of trouble?
You know the boundaries here better than I do.

hmmm
we could skip out on the next mission or several and take us a little vacation
plenty of nice places to choose from this time of year

( really, axel. really. )

But we'd get caught. Wouldn't we?

[ He's not going to lie and say it doesn't sound appealing, but he's messed up enough already that he doesn't want to end up on the other end of another lecture from Xemnas.

But still... ]

Where would you want to go?

( here's the thing, rox. he's been at this long enough that he mostly knows how to work his way around getting caught, and since really the worst thing they have to worry about is a lecture, if it doesn't exactly work out according to plan?

ain't so bad. that's his story and he's sticking to it. )

see that's where you just gotta trust that i won't let us get caught
won't be that hard, i don't think
i'm thinking ... beach, maybe
destiny islands?
or maybe neverland
hell, i dunno
i'm not picky

[ This is where they match up perfectly--Axel has the means, he makes the decisions, so...]

Neverland.

Race you there.

( they do match up pretty perfectly, don't they? imagine that. )

of course neverland
just cause you can't get enough of going over those tall ass waterfalls
see you when you catch up~

( yes, this idiot just used a tilde in a text conversation. you know he's the type to do something like that. you shouldn't even be surprised. in the slightest.

and, you know, he does beat the blond there, because of course he does, and when the other finally arrives? he'll be somewhere near the highest point of one of the falls, because, okay … he kind of likes the vantage point from that high up. there's a reason he favors the clocktower in twilight town.

he's just gonna smirk on the blond's approach, and not say a word. this little shit. )

[ He's not going to say that he's late--but it does take him considerably more effort than it takes Axel to conjure up a dark corridor, okay, and he has to try to do it in a place where he's not going to get caught. Everyone expects Axel to be up to no good; or, at the very least, that he's tangled up in something nefarious that someone else has put him up to, so the fact that he's constantly flitting in and out of worlds, in and out of home base, isn't quite as strange as the new, ignorant keyblade wielder blipping out to somewhere that isn't exactly written into the schedule.

If there is a schedule.

He hasn't quite figured out yet if his orders come from a place of actual order, or if they're just made through the whims of the day. Either way, he knows that he's not exactly supposed to be out here in Neverland, not supposed to be curving around one of the cliff edges to where the top of one of the waterfalls is, just beyond their reach, or to be wrinkling his nose at Axel's clear look of pleasure at being the winner of their impromptu, and also pretty stupid, race. ]

Ready to go swimming?

[ It's a tease--or is it? One blonde eyebrow goes up in question as he moves closer to Axel like he's sizing him up, or perhaps gauging how much space until he can bolt into a run and push him, but either way, he looks like a cat about to pounce. ]

( it takes less effort for him to show up when he does because he likes to think the others are generally used to his shenanigans by now — hard as he'd found himself working to become worthy of the number eight slot in the first place, there have been more than a few years stretched between who he'd started out as, and who he'd become.

( that is not meant, by any means, to be anything close to a sob story. just a statement of fact. let's get you back to your regularly scheduled programming. )

the whole of his attention is trained on the blond once he begins his approach, still with that brow quirked upward, still with that smirk plastered across the line of his mouth like it belongs there; he's been at this long enough that he can more than appreciate taking time every now and again for himself and he's always glad to include roxas in any measure of his shenanigans. especially when it gets him all riled up like he is now.

looking like a cat ready to pounce. there's never any shortage of amusement with this one, is there? )

Always. ( he gives over easily, like there's no other answer to that question, and really, there isn't. he pulls himself to his feet ( yes, he'd found time to lounge while waiting for you, slowpoke ) and starts dragging down the zipper at the front of his coat, shoulders rolling as he works himself out of the surprisingly heavy fabric.

well. maybe it isn't so surprising. neither is the fact that he would bring it up just to have something to gripe about. why are you like this. )

Took you long enough. I've been ready.

Wait, wait.

[ He knows that Axel is only too willing to get up to no good--and knows that, in the seemingly short time they've been friends, that he's full of all kinds of ideas, though they're mostly ones that Roxas himself is keen enough to go along with and not argue. Swimming in the waterfalls, dipping down into the little coves to look at the fish or the shells buried in the sand is a decidedly innocent way to pass the time; and with Axel already working out of his jacket, a way to pass that time that won't indulge him in any of the punishment that he thinks Axel deserves, both for allowing him to participate in a race that's rigged from the start and for teasing him about it.

He's stubborn, okay. Deal with it.

So he skids forward a few steps, moves so that his hands can reach to cover Axel's hands, to close over his fingers just as he's starting to pull that heavy, dark fabric down off his shoulders--he has to stand up on his toes to do it, something that just comes automatically now like his body knows to make up for the size difference without lingering on the embarrassing fact that there is one. ]

You're ruining all my fun. [ There's a faint smile, just a hint of it tugging at his lips, as he reaches for either side of the coat, starting to pull it back up, coaxing, to fit over Axel's shoulders again. ] Let me take it off you.

[ He waits for the rebuttal with bright blue eyes that stare up at him, playful, even as his hands fall down against a narrow waist, seeking out the ends of a zipper that he hopes he'll be allowed to drag back up again. ]

( for all he has a tendency to present himself as a lazy son of a gun, there are so few moments he would rather be sitting still that they pale in comparison to how often he would rather be keeping himself busy, or at least occupied — and that's still nowhere near the energy levels of, say, demyx. nothing could touch that kid, and they all know it.

still, that whole wait, wait thing has him pausing as he's sure roxas wants, and green eyes peer downward as the blond tips himself up onto his toes, fingers grasping either side of his coat where he's already worked the zipper down its track. he knows well by now that the other is stubborn, and has his own way with mischief that nothing else can touch —

so you'll have to forgive him if he doesn't immediately trust whatever is going on inside that head of yours. nothing personal! but he's never going to think to take for granted, ever, that you won't do what you can to regain whatever upper hand might have existed in the first place.

his eyes narrow a bit, but it's more out of curiosity than anything else, and he exhales the soft sort of laugh that only ever seems to be for the one in front of him. ) Something-something-ruining-fun-means-being-on-the-receiving-end-of-putting-clothes-back-on … something … ( or so has been his experience, but that's neither here nor there. he's just mouthing off for the sake of being able to say he got a couple of words in. ) Y'know. ( he ducks down, low enough that their foreheads almost touch. ) If you just wanted to get me out of my coat we didn't have to come all the way out here for you to do it.

( axel this is why you're going to deserve every single bit of whatever hell he unleashes on you, and you know it. )

[ At the very least, he doesn't stop him--which is another of those things that he's learned about Axel, that there's a certain amount of him that seems to be more talk than action, though he can't really find himself complaining about it when he's the one benefitting from it in the first place. So he just smiles, something small and tentative, smiles and pretends that there isn't some strange, hammering feeling in his chest where it's like all the blood rushes in and warns him of things he's not entirely sure he's willing to admit, when Axel's head ducks down and they nearly knock in together.

He just firmly adjusts the shoulders of his jacket, adjusts them and then moves hands to where the end of the zipper is, starting to bunch it up and then, slowly, drag it along the lean length of Axel's too-tall body. He's surprised that he can manage it, that he doesn't let himself be driven by the curiosity that wants to dip his hands underneath the heavy fabric and feel for the shape of his body. ]

Except you're too loud to do something like that back at the castle. [ A little quirk of a brow, almost in challenge; and maybe he's all talk too, because his hand slips a little until he finally drags the zipper all the way up to the collar. ] So maybe we have to do it here.

[ Lightly, he braces his hands against Axel's chest, near his shoulders, and then, commands-- ] Stand up straight, close your eyes.

( honestly, the truth of the matter is that he's a whole lot more talk than he is action, and only because a lot of action takes a lot more effort than he's willing to expend at any given time. he's not really lazy, but he's long since decided he would prefer to work smart, not hard. you end up saving a whole hell of a lot of energy that way. or so he'll keep saying, because that's his story and he's sticking to it.

his brows knit, and he doesn't so much frown as give over a bit of a pout, because excuse you, tiny blond thing. ) Am not. ( does he sound a little bit petulant? because he should, because he does, like it's going to do him any measure of good, even though he knows it isn't going to. not by a long shot. ) I can be quiet when I need to be. ( uh, sorry, jury's still out on that one, sweetheart. you're going to have to try a little harder than that to convince us.

he exhales through his nose, almost a snort as he straightens, squares his shoulders. he doesn't immediately close his eyes, because if there's one thing he's gotten to know about his counterpart, here? it's that he more than has it in him to be a little prankster when he wants to be, and it's not that axel doesn't trust him, per se …

but he kind of doesn't. which he deserves. because he's been a whole ass punk up to this point, and as we've said before, he deserves every single bit of whatever it is roxas has in store for him. ) Nothing good ever comes from being on the end of 'close your eyes', you know that, right? ( his head tips to the side, and he folds his arms over his chest. )

What're you gonna do, hm?

[ He waits, and for a moment, it almost seems like Axel's going to relent and do as he's told: almost, because his lashes flutter and then he's getting that look on his face that he always does, like he doesn't quite believe him or like it's something impossible or like he, daring sweet and innocent little thing that he is, would actually try to pull something on him when really that's not the case at all. So even as Axel's head tips to the side, he's letting his own expression fill with disappointment, the flicker of it obvious in his gaze before he jerks it down like he's embarrassed to have it focused so solely on Axel's face.

He isn't, but he has to do a good job at playing along--otherwise, his great master plan is going to be easily exposed. ]

There are some good things that come of it.

[ The hands that he still has, pressed onto Axel's chest, seem to hesitate; they shift, flex in their gloved leather, and then fall off him entirely, fingertips that glance against the arms that Axel's got folded against his chest before they fall to his own sides, useless. He pretends to study the ground for a moment, like he's debating even saying it, and then-- ]

What if I wanted to kiss you? Wouldn't that be a good time to close your eyes?

[ At least he can praise himself for sounding properly defensive; he jerks his gaze up, lays it on Axel in all it's bright blue, accusing glory. ]

Or do you not want to do that stuff anymore?

( oh, he's definitely playing the part like he needs to in order to get his point across, and if there's ever anything to be said about this ~~dipshit~~ ridiculous thing right here … it's that he's never going to be anything but gullible when it comes to roxas, never going to be anything but downright dumb and as we've said before, and will undoubtedly say again —

he deserves absolutely everything that's about to come his way.

roxas; hands fall from his chest and his expression turns down, just a little, grin falling into something very, very close to a frown; of course he has a tendency to not know when to stop, as it were, when it comes to teasing or anything else and what he's getting into his head now is that this is no exception, and he swallows shallowly, his own arms falling to his sides. ) Did I say that? ( no, he most certainly did not, and he'll thank you not to make any assumptions or jump to any conclusions when it comes to whether or not he wants to kiss you. or do anything else with you. or to you.

but that isn't what he needs to focus on right now.

he takes in a small breath, lets it out in something of a huff and tips his head to the side again, reaching with one of his previously dropped hands to press fingertips beneath roxas' chin, coax him to look back up at him. ) What makes you think I'd ever wanna stop doing that stuff, huh? ( honestly. what kind of moron do you even take him for —

he dips down quickly, steals a kiss from the other's mouth before he has a chance to turn his head to the side and avoid it altogether, back to grinning like the damned grinch that stole christmas. he straightens again, and finally closes his eyes, looking every bit like he's accomplished something.

he hasn't, of course, but he doesn't need to know that. )

Okay, they're closed. Happy?

[ Oh, he's very willing to play along, and it doesn't take much to look properly disgruntled when Axel tilts his chin back up to look at him, or to glower at him, slightly, like he's about to protest--but he doesn't quite expect to actually be kissed, there, in the middle of their game, and it takes some of the wind out of his sails; he stands there for a moment, still, lips parted like he can't quite believe he did it or that he fell for it himself or that he may be on the verge of blushing, and it takes every inch of pride he has not to bring his hand up to his mouth and feel over his lips like something has changed.

The problem with Axel doing it is that he wants to do it again--wants to reach and pull his arms apart, wants to tuck himself in near his chest and pull his stupid head down and lock their tongues together, and he doesn't know if this is some strange semblance leftover of whoever he was before this, or if it's just the empty spot in his chest trying to seek solace in something to fill it up.

Does Axel remember things like this? Did he used to do things like this all the time? And before he was here, before he came to be, did Axel do these things with other people?

Damn him for this. Even with the scene set perfectly, with Axel's eyes closed, standing there expectantly and lined up perfectly for the prank that's been on Roxas' mind since getting here--he's so caught up in the rest of it that it takes him a few beats too long to even will himself up into it. And then, it's only to take another step closer, to ghost gloved hands over Axel's folded arms like he wants to touch him.]

Happy. [ He agrees, nods, and then centers himself in his determination--both arms immediately launch back, and he shoves him, lays his palms into his chest and pushes Axel so hard he may very well teeter and fall right off the edge of that cliff into the waterfall. And that would, of course, be precisely what he wanted all along anyway. ] Enjoy your swim!

( it's just one more way he doesn't quite play fair, whether anyone chooses to see it that way or not; he's a devious little thing and always has been, something that losing his heart could never be enough to take away from him and it shows, pretty often, in the way he deals with roxas.

you could even say on a daily basis. have you ever seen him without that smirk for very long? it might as well be a permanent thing, just like the marks beneath his eyes and when he chooses not to play fair … that usually means he wins. every single time.

too bad that isn't about to be the case this time.

does he remember things like this? had he done them before he'd given up his heart for the sake of something — mmm. it's all a matter of perception and it all comes down to the fact that it doesn't matter what had happened before, whether that before is prior to becoming a nobody or roxas being brought into the fold.

not a whole lot has mattered since he'd shown up, but. it's not like he's going to admit that right now, in the middle of a game he's supposed to be winning.

which he isn't going to, not by a long shot, but he's not about to go down without a fight, either.

if there's one thing he's learned about roxas, it's that he's just as devious when he wants to be, even if he doesn't make a point of it as often as the redhead does; it's not in his nature, or something like that, but axel finds himself steeling for whatever comes next when those hands ghost over his folded arms again, and if he hadn't been expecting some sort of repercussions for all of his smarmy nonsense leading up to their arrival, well.

sometimes they say demyx isn't the most dense of the group, but not always.

that shove comes and he might stumble, might take a step back and end up precariously close to the edge, but. you do know he has a rather impressive wingspan, don't you? and ( luckily ) with a reaction response good enough to allow him to snag the edge of one of the other's sleeves, it's with a gleeful sort of cackle that he pulls him down with him over the fall, but he isn't taking him down just for the sake of being able to say he hadn't lost entirely.

… nah, it's so he can pull him close against his chest and take another kiss even as the wind make an utter disaster of his hair on the way down, and of course, he's grinning into it. )

Thought we came here to enjoy a swim together? ( do you have time for a rebuttal before you both go sploosh, rox? )

[ At first, it's almost like things have worked out surprisingly well, despite everything else--because the shove does pedal Axel back, putting him right at the edge, and maybe if he hadn't been keen to stand there, gloating, he could have avoided what happens next; but even he isn't always clever enough not to fall right into things, and the fact of the matter is he can't avoid that grip on his sleeve no matter how fast he might realize it. Rather, it's that Axel goes tumbling over the side of the cliff and he's only tumbling after him, their bodies nearly knocking together despite the absolute wail of protest he lets out, caught up in his laughter.

It's not the worst thing. Hell, if they'd managed to run into Tinkerbell upon arrival, they would have been able to fly, by now, and wouldn't that have been fun? To go diving off the cliff face only to spring back, thanks to the pixie dust, and coast over the water? But they're not that lucky.

Instead, despite his outrage, Axel kisses him--kisses him and he loves it, hates that he loves it and wonders what it would feel like if he had his whole heart to sink into it. How could he feel any stronger about him? Wouldn't he just explode? The entire tingling joy of it is too much, at times, and that's with him being a Nobody; he can't even imagine it otherwise. ]

You-- [ --are gonna pay, is what he wants to say, but the water hits them before he can finish, a wave of cold bubbles and steely blue that has him flapping his arms and legs around; it's hard, wearing all this leather, and he has to struggle to right himself again, to pull himself up above water with a gasping swallow of breath. He blinks, immediately, past the flop of blonde hair that deflates into his eyes; because he's already looking for Axel, already trying to reassure that he hasn't gone far, despite the shock of the water forcing their hands apart.

And, immediately, he starts to paddle and push his way over to him, his entire face filled with playful accusation. ]

Look what you did!

( maybe don't gloat until you're sure things have gone exactly the way you want them to, bud. because if axel has anything to say about it, he's always going to try his damndest to get and keep the upper hand as long as he's able, and if that means taking you with him over the edge of a cliff into the bottom of a waterfall? you had better believe he will not hesitate to do it.

( that's just. his nature, though, isn't it? playful as he's ever been, back before 'axel' even existed and it's one thing he's been able to keep for himself when it comes to everything else he's given up, and he might just cling to it a bit harder than he needs to in order to keep it safe.

not to get too deep when they're just a couple of bodies falling headfirst into a quickly-approaching body of water, or anything.

and not to say that he hadn't already decided a long time ago that he would sink the whole of his heart into this other being, this other nobody if he still had a heart to give to anything. but we're getting ahead of ourselves here, aren't we? just another way this idiot redhead works, as it were. )

he's laughing even as they hit the water, though he does have enough sense to close his mouth when he goes completely under, sputtering and trying like hell to push the mess of his hair out of his eyes the moment he breaks the surface again. it's almost impossible to stay afloat in all that leather, which is honestly why he'd wanted to get out of his coat first, thank you so much, roxas, but he manages well enough even as he notices the other coming for him, looking every bit like a half-drowned golden thing with the brightest blue eyes he's ever seen in his life.

( i had to have loved you in one before this, he thinks, how else could i want to so much now? )

roxas is paddling, and axel is very, very slowly making his way to the shallows, because he is getting out of this damned coat if it kills him. which it might, by way of drowning, if he doesn't get some of the weight off of him. ) Me? Ohhhno, I didn't do this. I'm not the one that pushed somebody off a cliff—

( aha, okay, finally he can touch the bottom, and he wades a little bit further before he starts working the coat's zipper down its track again. which is so, so much easier when it isn't soaking wet. ) I'm just the one that let gravity lend a helping hand.

( you are so full of shit, good grief. )

No, nooo no.

[ Because if there's anyone that's stubborn, it's him. Because if there's anyone who will fully go head to head with Axel, will engage in an argument just for argument's sake or refuse to speak to him until they've resolved it and he's been declared right--it's this thing right here. This sopping wet, dripping little bundle of annoyed energy, where he paddles and pushes until his knees knock into the ground beneath him and then he pushes, wobbles, climbs up onto his feet, sloshing through the shallows with one purpose, and one purpose only: to make sure that Axel pays for this, even if well, technically, maybe, juuuust maybe, it's sort of his own fault after all. No, he will not be admitting that out loud to anyone.

Instead, he shoves a hand through his bangs, pushing them pointedly away from his forehead so that he can see better; Axel's still trying to get his jacket off, struggling with the front of it somehow, and honestly, it's probably the best chance he's going to get. It might be the only chance, after all. So he splashes his way towards him, kicking up water in his attempt to clear the space as quickly as possible--and then he jumps, jumps right onto Axel's back, his arms going for his neck to wrap around them and crawl his way right up against him. His legs struggle, trying to cling and wrap up around his waist, but he only gets as far as his thighs before the combined weight of the two of them, and his own squirming struggle, knocks them both off balance--

--and they both go falling back into the water again, his own laughter lost to the ripples of it that crash over the both of them. He doesn't want to drown there, in the shallows, his arms and legs immediately loosening so that he can squirm beneath the water and pop his head back up again; he's coughing some, the wind knocked out of him by his own design, a bit of cold water down the wrong tube in his throat, but then he's grinning, beaming, entirely pleased with his revenge even if it doesn't mean anything at all. ]

Guess that's gravity for ya. [ They're still in the shallows, but he chooses to float on his back, a little, paddling out away from Axel as though to keep out of his reach. ]

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sunday funday.

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look at me turning a text thread into action

you're the best

no y o u ♥

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