Outlandish Paine's Peculiar Pizzas
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AXEL
This Saturday morn Roxas was found up bright and early, with his teeth brushed and hair done and clothes on and breakfast consumed, on his way to the public library.
Back at his old school Roxas would never, ever have gone to a place as 'study-ish- as the library. He detested libraries with a burning passion – they were all old buildings that old people went to, covered in dust and mothballs, and you had to be silent, on pain of DEATH. They all had depressing atmospheres, like nobody went there and nobody cared. Sort of like burnt out houses scheduled for demolition.
But at his old school he was quite good at lessons and never needed to study at the weekends. At his new school he was behind in the work and they were doing completely different things in the subjects and the teachers had different methods they liked children to use.
For instance, in Maths two days ago he'd learned that he'd been doing his multiplication wrong for about ten years, and the teacher would 'not accept' Roxas's methods.
The boy was already doing really badly in about everything, and even though the Headmistress was his aunt (Aerith, who was Olette's mother) he didn't get any special treatment.
Well, he could've joined this sad after-school club for stupid people, but that would've clashed with tennis.
Tennis was the new 'big thing', because the people who invented sports had decided blitzball was getting old. It was a fairly new sport, it had only been around for about three years, and hardly anybody knew how to play it. He used to love it at his old school, and there were about a billion positions free in the school team, he decided to join.
So, to summarize, the work was harder and he got more of it and he didn't understand any of it, and he couldn't go to the club for sad people because then he wouldn't be able to play tennis.
So he had to give up his weekends and study at the library.
The school was specially designed for smart people, and if he got anything lower than a C he would be chucked out, and he might have to go to the school for kids who liked to break things and do drugs and be all cool and 'illegal'.
The boy trudged the library with a heavy heart. He'd much rather be with his new friends at the swimming pool, doing something that didn't involve books and revision and homework.
The library was one of the biggest buildings in Twilight Town, and he guessed it must have looked nice before the brickwork started to breed moss and people threw rocks at it. Now it looked like a huge dump. And, sure enough, there was a sign on it saying it was scheduled to be knocked down and turned into a skate-park.
Cruel fate.
The boy walked up the chewing-gum splattered steps and pushed open the huge, imposing doors, the gold paint splintering off to reveal cheap wood underneath.
He looked around, the sound of cars and children talking being immediately cut off as soon as the doors closed.
It felt like he was trapped inside this strange building of books and shelves and elderly people, and he'd never be able to escape and join civilization outside.
There was a weird woman with too-much make-up and a hat with some horns stuck to it issuing books to a weird person with a sour expression on her face.
She looked up at the sound of the door slamming, put a finger to her lips to indicate 'silence' and then waved her arms around, telling Roxas to sit down, shut up, and do whatever the hell he came here to do.
Roxas nodded, feeling uncomfortable as all these weird nerd-ish people who'd decided to spent their Saturday morning reading stared at him. He made his way to an unoccupied table in the corner behind a bookcase where nobody could see him, and was just about to unpack his textbooks and read over when he noticed somebody...
A red-headed teenager, who was busy putting some books on shelves over by the 'L' section.
And Roxas happened to sought sanctuary over by the 'K' section.
They were right next to each other.
Axel dusted his hands on his pants and turned around, only to find Roxas sat there, his blue eyes large and blinking. His expression clearly read 'oh-shit-it's-you' and Axel nodded slightly, a small smirk forming on his lips.
There's only so much you can do in a library – you can arrange the books, you can pester Maleficent over by the desk, you can clean a little bit, you can sit and read and you can irritate customers and drive them out the library in tears.
Axel decided to try the last option.
"Hi, Blondie," whispered Axel – when Maleficent was displeased she liked to throw books at people, and was very good at aiming. She could nail a person in between the eyes with a copy of Harry Potter from fifty feet. "I never did learn what your name is, you know?" he continued, sliding in to the seat next to Roxas. He obviously decided to take his silence as a 'please, sit down' rather than a 'please, fuck off'.
"Roxas..." said the blond, getting his Maths book and his homework out of his bag and opening it, pretending that being near Axel didn't bother him.
Why should he blush when he was near him? After all, the last time he had seen Axel the red-head had thrown a dead squid at him. Hardly romantic. And the stuff that all firm, strong friendships were borne out of. Now, firm, strong rivalry was a different matter...
Roxas remembered back on Destiny Islands when he'd caught a squid by the pier. He'd been so disgusted he had thrown it through the air and it'd hit Alice, and the girl had flounced off in a huff. Ever since then she had been trying to kill him, using all sorts of cruel and inventive schemes.
"Oh. I think I prefer Blondie. It suits you," said Axel, leaning in closer to the blond. "I'm Axel, in case you didn't know. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?"
"Oh. I think I prefer 'Asshole'. It suits you," growled Roxas, trying to read the text in his book. He really, really needed to figure out how to do that way of multiplying or his teacher would kebab him.
Unfortunately, all he could see was a blur of words. And he blamed Axel.
"That's not very nice. What have I ever done to you?" asked Axel in a pathetic 'I-r-sad' way, leaning in even closer.
"One, you threw a squid at me. Two, you're distracting me and I'm trying to concentrate!" hissed Roxas, as loud as he dared in a library manned by a woman with horns on her head.
"Oh, you're studying... Yeah, Maths is shit. But you know, it's easier if you do it like this," said the boy, taking a pen out of his pocket. Which was odd, as he didn't even have a pocket on his outfit.
Within two seconds the boy had completed the first three questions on Roxas's sheet.
"Argh! Stop it!" shouted Roxas.
And that was how, about five seconds later, Roxas found himself on the street with his bag on his head, books around him.
Maleficent sure was a scary woman – she'd heard him talking and had thrown a copy of the Philosopher's Stone at him. Shortly after concussing him she had thrown his lifeless body out onto the street, with a curt warning: 'never talk in my library, betch'.
Roxas sighed, picked himself and his books and his bag up, and decided to go somewhere else and do his homework.
Somewhere where an annoying red-head wouldn't be.
pgbek - aera
On his way to the coffee shop, Roxas passed his friends who were on their way to the leisure centre to go swimming. They waved to him, but he just mumbled something about Maths homework and stalked off.
"I guess we'll have to postpone the trip further, guys. My mom'll kill me if we leave Roxas out..." Hayner and Pence nodded their heads, and followed Olette back to the Tram Station.
Roxas thought the best place to go next would be the Coffee Shop considering it was only a few minutes walk away and it should at least be free of any red-heads. But, this was what he was thinking about 9.56 seconds before he crashed into Fuu, his... beloved mother.
"Roxas! Go to the supermarket and get some toilet paper, NOW!"
"I thought we had about 28 rolls..."
"QUISTIS STOLE IT FOR HER EXPERIMENT! Go, NOW!"
Roxas' eye twitched and he turned round to get to the supermarket. Maybe he could do his homework in the safety of the toilet paper aisle...
So, that was why about ten minutes later, Roxas, still stuck on the fourth question, was pondering over whether it would be worth it to just do the Maths how he does it, not how this crazy, obviously psycho woman-teacher told him to do it. He wanted to swap the numerator and denominator round then change the divide sign to a times. And then he'd be able to do it like that.
And all would be fine and dandy. But, no-o-o-o-o. He had to add the two together, triple it, find the duplicate somewhere in the book, lose the book, find the book, throw it down the toilet, take a piece of paper, make a paper hat, wear the paper hat, and then do the sum. Only whilst doing the tango.
Yeah, Maths is crap.
He sighed, and rested his elbow on the toilet roll pack. Suddenly a hand and pen came swooping down and started writing the answers to all of his sums. Roxas looked up and saw Axel leaning over him, finishing all the complex additions and multiplications and 'IGNORANT USER' like things before him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, scared to move his head for fear of hitting Axel and breaking him in two.
Axel laughed, and Roxas felt his chest hit him on the head a couple of times. His face contorted into something a lot like '--'.
"I'm doing your homework, because you obviously can't," Axel replied, smugly, "A.k.a. proving what an asshole I am, right?"
Roxas growled. "But, what are you doing here, I mean?"
"I'm doing my job!" Axel replied, still scribbling down all the answers for Roxas who was still cowering beneath him. Roxas considered taking a 'Bumper Pack Toilet Roll Pack For All Those Big Parties' and whacking Axel over the head with it. He decided against it however; Axel deserved the 'Bumper Pack Toilet Roll Pack For All Those Even BIGGER Parties'.
"What's your job? Annoying me?"
Axel laughed again, "Hilarious joke, funniest thing anyone's said all day. No, my job is here – in the supermarket. I check all the food is alright to eat."
"So, why are you here in the toilet paper aisle?"
"To do my other job. Annoying you."
Roxas growled, and waited impatiently – but without moving – for Axel to finish the sums. When he had, Roxas decided that this was the opportune moment to hit Axel round the head with the 'Bumper Pack Toilet Roll Pack For All Those Even BIGGER Parties'. And so it was done.
pgbek – aera
Roxas walked out of the supermarket with a spring in his step and a huge pack of toilet rolls in his hand, weighing him down and thus destroying the spring in his step. If he could barely shuffle his feet along under the weight of the toilets rolls then how could he walk along with a spring in his step? The idea is laughable.
As he was walking along in the general direction of 'home' so he could put his purchases away he bumped into Hayer, Pence and Olette. Or rather, the toilet rolls bumped into Hayner, Pence and Olette, sending them flying.
"Sorry, guys," Roxas aplogised, dumping the toilet rolls on the floor and helping his friends up. "I didn't mean to hit you..."
"It's alright, Roxas," said Olette, with a smile.
"They're really heavy and I couldn't see where I was going," muttered the boy, glaring at the forsaken toilet rolls that sat on the side-walk. Like a fat woman with many chins, laughing evilly with a 'clear' sign stapled across her face and a bad perm. Knowing that Roxas would have to pick her up again, and resort himself to the humiliation of trudging down the street whilst being crushed. Laughing, laughing and (occasionally) singing.
"Well, if you're a weakling then we'll carry them for you," offered Hayner.
"Okay, if it's no troubl-"
"It's no trouble at all!" Hayner cut him off, slapping him jovially (well, it was probably meant to be jovial, but it hurt quite a bit) on the back and giving a huge, cheesy smile. Its cheesiness was strong enough to break about fifty-three cameras simultaneously. Such was the power of the smile. "Pence, carry Roxas's toilet rolls!"
"But I'm little and stubby and weak!" Pence protested.
"Well, Olette can't carry them because she's a girl. And Roxas can't carry them because he's cool. And I most certainly CAN'T CARRY THEM!"
"Why not?" asked Olette, hand on her hip. "What makes you so 'special'?"
"I can't carry them because if I do my ... er ... Something BAD will happen!" cried Hayner, waving his arms around as he searched for a good excuse.
He failed.
It just goes to show that waving your arms around while you lie does not make the lie more believable. But Hayner could believe whatever little fantasies he had.
Pence shrugged and hoisted the toilet paper on his back (with a mutter of 'prettyboy').
"So, what are you guys doing?" asked Roxas.
"Well, we were going to swimming pool but it wouldn't be the same without you. But we're going to the cinema now, do you want to come with us?"
"Sure!"
So the four friends made their happy way to the cinema, and their conversations flowed and the air was rife with laughter and gayity.
And then Roxas went up to the counter to order four tickets for Sunset Horizons and saw the guy behind the counter was leering down at him.
Now, it is unpleasant to be leered at by anyone. But it was even more unpleasant for Roxas, because this 'leerer' had red hair and green eyes and looked suspiciously Axel-shaped.
"Hello, Blondie."
Roxas whimpered, clutched his head, muttered 'it's all a bad dream' and ran off into the town center like a headless chicken.
Axel just sat there, looking a bit thick.
pgbek – aera
Olette and Hayner eventually caught up with Roxas who was curled up in a ball, sitting on one of the many benches littered around Twilight Town. Pence had got caught up by a) his 'less-able-to-run' body and b) he got run over by a tram.
"What's the matter, Roxas?" asked Olette, soothingly. Roxas blinked at her. Nothing was the matter. He just wanted to get away from that red-headed... fool! Somehow. But he had no idea, whatsoever.
"Can we go swimming, now, Olette?" asked Roxas, looking up at her. She grinned.
"I thought you'd never ask!"
So, as they walked through on their way to the leisure center after picking up their swim things, they peeled Pence off the floor and decided never to speak of Axel again. Not that Olette, Pence and Hayner knew who Axel was. Roxas just forced to never speak of him.
And so they never did.
For the rest of that day, anyway.
Once at the leisure centre, Roxas checked he had everything in his bag and walked through the revolving doors. Suddenly, everything felt wrong. Something was missing... Or was there something there that shouldn't have been..?
Roxas' eyes closed to slits, and he scanned the room. Then shrugged, and walking off after Olette and Hayner (Pence was still at the revolving doors).
"Roxas, do you have any munny?" asked Olette. Roxas pulled out his pockets – out fell a bobble, a nail, a 20 munny piece and some squishy looking Euros. "Roxas, why do you have a bobble in your pocket?" Olette asked, taking the munny from the floor so she could give it to the assistant at the desk. Roxas blinked. He remembered, oh, he remembered, but he was never going to tell the likes of Olette, or anyone else for that matter.
Hayner showed the assistant his, Olette's and Pence's pass, and Olette asked to get a new pass for Roxas.
"That'll be 10 munny for a year, please." The assistant looked at the four wistfully, as though making sure they weren't thieves who were going to pull out a gun any second now, and he'd have to tell the media that the 'gun looked real but I didn't want to really find out whether it was or not' in a very Northern English way.
Roxas obtained his pass, and he could hear a little jingle following the moment he held his hand out and the pass was placed in his hand.
Olette went in the direction of the girls' changing rooms and Roxas headed with Hayner and Pence to the mens'.
In Destiny Islands leisure centre, the changing rooms were different – they actually had cubicles. This was not to be in the Twilight Town ones, however. These rooms (why they call them 'rooms' when it's merely one big one) was just a big open space with a bench running along a huge niche in the wall.
Dammit...
Hayner and Pence started to get undressed, and Roxas blushed as they were talking together about normal things. While they got undressed. It disturbed him slightly.
But, nonetheless, Roxas got changed (in the toilets) and made his way into the room with the swimming pool. The pool was large, and had a multitude of slides, slides and... slides. It was all Roxas could see really. Apart from a slight tinge of the unnatural bluey-blue of the water every now and then. The kiddie pool wasn't as scary; there were less slides, and the one they had was a short greeny plastic one.
It looked more fun that some of the slides in the big pool, though.
Roxas gulped and saw Olette waving to him on the other side of the pool. She jumped in the water and swam over.
"Coming in, you guys?" she asked, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Roxas raised his eyebrow. He didn't know she liked swimming so much, sure, she had known he did, but not vice versa. As previously stated.
"Sure," came Hayner's reply as he sat down and slipped into the water. Pence did the same, but a bit more clumsily. "Coming, Roxas?"
Roxas looked around, and paused. Woah... was all his brain could muster.
Axel was sitting look-out on one of those huge seats which went right up to Heaven so the lifeguard could watch all the people swim and make fools of themselves. But, because it went up to Heaven, apart from the wars, the earth was just a bit of a blur.
Roxas' eye twitched, and he shook his head, "No, I'm going, see ya later, guys."
Olette pouted, "My mom is so gonna kill me!"
pgbek – aera
The blond stalked about in the local park, watching as weird people jogged along listening to MP3 players and little children fell off climbing frames and started crying and romantic couples sat in each other's arms on park-benches and fed sea-salt ice-cream to each other.
No way was this happening.
It was like Roxas had been cursed. Or like it had been foretold in the stars that, as soon as Roxas moved, he would acquire a stalker.
Everywhere he went Axel followed, like a stray puppy following a little kid to the corners of the earth and back, just because they stroked it once and gave it a chocolate biscuit.
Even though it is not advisable to give chocolate to dogs, because chocolate and dogs mix as well as poison and people – A.K.A the dog's stomach will go all funky and it will die.
Maybe letting Axel sit next to him at the library and do his homework was similar to giving a stupid a dog a stick. It would go and catch the stick and then it would keep chasing you until you took the stick and threw it again.
His relationship with Axel was like that, only minus the stick.
And ... Axel wasn't a dog, either...
But apart from those minor details...
Roxas growled and kicked at a climbing wall children were ... well, for lack of a better verb, clambering on. However, it was a climbing wall, so they were proving how stupid the youth of today are.
Roxas could imagine a crazy, Maleficent-type women running up to them with a stack of books ready to throw, shouting: 'it's a climbing wall so CLIMB, CLIMB DAMN YOU!'. And then she would throw the books and it would hurt.
Well, at least Axel wasn't here in the park with him...
Nope, there were just the silly clambering children (CLIMB, DAMN YOU!), Peculiar Paine who was taking her bollard and her lawn out for a walk (I walk a lawn, I walk a lawn...), the weird couples who were trying to feed each other ice-cream (and only ended up smearing it on their faces and stabbing their partner's eyes out with the pointy cones), people running and cycling (insert witty bracketed comment here) and a red-head walking a yellow dog.
Yep, there defiantly no sign of Axel here.
Apart from the red-head, who was now grinning broadly and running towards him, succeeding only in tangling himself up in the dog's lead. As he fell to the floor shouting something about 'I'll get you for this, PLUTO!' the dog barked, obviously thinking this was a 'fun game'.
The dog barked a bit more and then bounded away into the horizon with the Axel-like person trailing along behind him.
Roxas sighed.
At least Axel hadn't got him this time...
And then he turned around and the REAL Axel was behind him, grinning broadly... Just like the Axel-look-a-like.
"Axel, you have a doppelganger."
"No, that's my brother, Reno."
"Oh... What's he doing?"
"Taking the dog I have to walk for a walk. Or letting the dog I have to walk take him for a walk. Either way is fine," said the red-head with a shrug. "I'm meant to walk Pluto but then I saw you and I was like 'Reno, I'll give you fifty munny if you'll walk the dog so I can talk to Blondie' and now he's probably regretting he agreed... I don't think Pluto likes him very much."
"Oh..." Roxas said again, scratching his head and feeling very odd. Why was Axel here? Here, of all places? Why wasn't he in Reno's shoes being dragged away in the general direction of the main motorway? Why wasn't he under a bus? WHY, DAMNIT?!
"You don't really want me under a bus do you, Blondie?" asked Axel, looking down at Roxas.
"I didn't say that out-loud, did I?" asked Roxas, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Nope. But I now that you were thinking it!" trilled Axel in a sing-song voice.
"Damn. I really hate you."
"That's a s-"
"AXEL!!!! SAAAAAAVEEEEEEEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" screamed Reno, as he skidded past in the general direction of the airport. Roxas noted, with mild fascination, that Reno now had a load of tyre-marks on his face and smelt of petrol and road-kill.
Axel turned to look at Reno and swore.
"Sorry, Roxas, I'm going to have to go and rescue Reno... I'll see you in a bit, okay?"
Roxas nodded, having no doubt that he would see Axel in a bit.
Maybe dragging a corpse along behind him.
A corpse called 'Reno'.
pgbek – aera
Roxas sat in the Coffee Shop, scribbling down random words on one of those napkins with one of those crappy Lotto pens. He was ... eagerly awaiting the arrival of Axel. So, where was he? Or maybe... maybe Reno died so Axel had to call in sick.
Oh, the drama.
Roxas looked at his latest update to what he called 'Roxas' pape- napkin of words', he had written 'stalker' and just above that 'Axel'.
Roxas cackled. His brain was right for once. Or so he thought. Roxas sighed, and ordered another Coke. Axel didn't seem to be coming. Maybe, he didn't work here, or had lost Roxas when had had to go after Reno... Maybe, Axel was wrong and he really would never see Roxas again.
The waitress came back again with his Coke, she eyed him in his stall, and saw the napkin he was scribbling on. She laughed, "Axel? Stalker? Now, that makes a lot of sense!"
Roxas looked up and met the eyes of a kind looking woman. She looked about thirty-ish with black hair and brown eyes. Roxas made a mental note to remind his mental notes not to mention about any further down than her neck.
"So, how do you know my Axel, then?" the woman asked, Roxas blinked. Her Axel? What did she mean by her Axel? Wasn't she a bit too old to be...
"Well... he sort of threw a squid in my face."
"Ah, I see. Well, that's Axel for ya!" Roxas mumbled something unintelligent in reply, "Well, I'll be leaving, now, I'll give Axel your best regards, kid. Hey, or maybe you can give them to him, now. Hey, Axie! Over here!"
Roxas got up and ran.
Something was wrong with him; why did he wait for Axel at the Coffee Shop, then run away when the red-head came. It was stupid, reminding him of vague memories when his Naminé used to tell Roxas to wait with her for her crush when they were really little, and then when her crush came along, she would squeal and run away. And now, she was engaged to him.
Roxas felt really sorry for Demyx. Really, really sorry. But, he had been the one who had asked her, so... maybe, Roxas didn't feel so sorry after all...
He could remember when Naminé had told Roxas that they were going out. Roxas was swimming and she had just run through the boys' changing rooms and jumped into the pool, despite the fact that she had been wearing normal clothes and the pool wardens were 'warning you!'.
She had been happy that day. And Roxas had been happy, too. But then she turned evil, and they all knew that she had a problem, too.
And that day when she did turn evil, Roxas passed out, and Quistis was born.
And on the same day Selphie was able to get out.
Just for a little while. To see her new baby cousin. Then she was locked up again.
Roxas could remember Marluxia complaining about how it had just been murder in the aeroplane over to Destiny Islands. And Fuu had shouted him to, "Take the next trip by boat, then – they're much more understanding!"
And Marluxia nodded, then later forgot. But Roxas didn't forget, how could Roxas forget a momentous day like that? Every word they had said, the exact moments they had arrived, left, moved. Everything was crystal clear on that day.
But still one thing remained: who was his father?
Did he have the same father as Naminé or Quistis?
Was Rai his father? He doubted that a lot – Rai was stupid, and he was not. Or maybe he was, because according to his school he was stupid and needed to boost his grades and 'learn how to do Maths, dammit!'. That reminded him, he still didn't know how to do the Maths work. Damn that Axel...
But going back to his rant about his father. It can't have been Rai, because Fuu had never ever been his 'girlfriend' or 'wife' or anything of the sort to him.
And he had brown hair, can't forget that...
No, no. Can't forget that.
pgbek – aera
Roxas sighed and kicked at a stone that was lying conveniently underneath his trainer.
Why had he waited for Axel at the coffee shop and then ran away?
He was meant to hate Axel and be annoyed when he randomly showed up from behind loo rolls/book shelves/stuff with a witty comment and a 'Roxie' already forming on the tip of his tongue.
He really didn't know where Axel would appear next. It was like a guessing game you sometimes see in magazines – count the Axels in the picture and win a grand prize! Guess where Roxas will go next to win a consolation prize!
And, if you guessed 'Outlandish Paine's Peculiar Pizzas' then you'd be one hundred percent right, and I hope you like the MP3 player you've just won!
The boy opened the door and entered the place where he had first met Axel. The place where this craziness had all started.
There was Peculiar Paine, stroking her bollard and trying to feed her lawn some fertilizer (a healthy alternative to dog-food!).
Naminé was in the corner whacking two poor, defenseless boys with her sketchbook and shouting things about 'SQUID' and 'VERY ASHAMED OF YOU' and 'I DON'T CARE IF YOU GAVE HER A SQUID-FREE PIZZA EVEN IF IT WAS HER BIRTHDAY!'
Apparently, it was some sort of 'law' in the pizza store – you must put at least one dead squid on every pizza! And if you didn't then you'd have to pay the consequences...
A sketchbook in the face.
Why did people in Twilight Town like throwing books at people so much?
"HiguyssorryI'mlate!" cried Axel, bursting very dramatically into the room. Of course, it could have been even more dramatic if he'd walked through the wall, but then that would hurt. "ThismooglestolemywalletandIhadtochaseitandthenitbitmeandIwaslike'cra' – Hi, Roxas... LOOK AT MY HAND!"
Roxas backed away slowly as the red-head shoved an equally-red hand in his face, covered with scratch-marks and bite-marks.
"Er, Axel... I thought you had four fingers..."
"Yes. And then I ran into a moogle," said Axel darkly. "At least I got my wallet! Well, actually, I didn't... The moogles ate it..."
"Moogles... The silent killer..." said the brunet boy darkly from the corner, rubbing his head where Naminé had hit him.
"Sora, you have a pet moogle."
"I know. But I only have a pet moogle so I can watch in amusement when the postman runs away. Screaming!"
Larxene stuck her head out from the weird room at the back where Roxas got hit by a squid. "Hey! I didn't know you were a sadist!"
"I'm not. I just like my moogle a lot. And, as moogle food is expensive, I figured he might as well ... Eat the postmen?"
Roxas felt happy...
For, when Outlandish Paine had proclaimed he was 'one of them' he had not known, at the time, that it was great thing. He was just so happy to be with this group of crazy people, people who accepted him, like Hayner, Olette and P...
Didn't Pence still have his toilets rolls?
"HAYNER! PENCE! OLETTE! I HATE YOU! Buuuuuuttttttt mostly Pence," said Roxas, running out of the store to steal his toilet rolls back off Pence.
Paine smiled in the background.
"You really are one of us!"
pgbek – aera
summary: Roxas finds out that he can go to an awful lot of places in one day.
a/n: I think Paine is funny because she's so OOC. You all probably disagree, don't you? Eh well... I like it... -insert crazy face here- While Skitts was writing her parts, she kept looking back at me worriedly. I mean, I was only playing with my favourite Winnie the Pooh teddy, and giggling maniacally while doing so, maybe trying to set fire to him... But, what's so bad about that, eh?
I'm sorry for lying to you in the past two chapters about how the world will explode. I am really sorry. But this time I'll tell the truth: once you press that button, an egg will fall from the sky and hit you on the head because your roof/ceiling conveniently decided it was getting too fat and went for a little jog round the town. There, see, I told you – NO LYING THIS TIME.
And, as Hevvy rightly pointed it out, it's not purple. It's grey.
Happy reviewing!