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million_points_of_light2013-06-03 12:53 am
got_it_memorized) wrote in million_points_of_light2013-06-03 12:53 am
i don't feel so well
Who: Axel and Riku
When: 02June, for the Outbreak plot; mid-afternoon
Where: House of the Rising Tsun
What: Riku is down with the sickness
Warnings: prolly nothing
While the Initiative-issued tablets were definitely a bit higher-tech than he had grown accustomed to back home, there was one thing Axel had found made it worth trying to figure out all the buttons and options: games. Sure, a walkie was good enough for him, in most cases--keep it simple, stupid!--but you couldn't play games on a walkie. Having discovered the option to kill time without sitting up had been a huge breakthrough in Axel's laziness regime, and he had quickly downloaded half a dozen games to find out which ones were the most entertaining.
Most of the games had premises that made little to no sense, he'd found. He had quickly grown addicted to one where the only purpose was to fling oddly-shaped birds at buildings in an effort to crush any green pigs dwelling within. It was actually more difficult than it sounded.
Stretched out on the couch, the tablet resting on his abdomen as he attempted to demolish the landscape using his supply of avian ammunition, Axel had already beaten his high score. It had been a most productive day indeed. He was pretty sure it was his turn to make dinner, but until someone came home and confirmed this, he was content to continue wasting time.
When: 02June, for the Outbreak plot; mid-afternoon
Where: House of the Rising Tsun
What: Riku is down with the sickness
Warnings: prolly nothing
While the Initiative-issued tablets were definitely a bit higher-tech than he had grown accustomed to back home, there was one thing Axel had found made it worth trying to figure out all the buttons and options: games. Sure, a walkie was good enough for him, in most cases--keep it simple, stupid!--but you couldn't play games on a walkie. Having discovered the option to kill time without sitting up had been a huge breakthrough in Axel's laziness regime, and he had quickly downloaded half a dozen games to find out which ones were the most entertaining.
Most of the games had premises that made little to no sense, he'd found. He had quickly grown addicted to one where the only purpose was to fling oddly-shaped birds at buildings in an effort to crush any green pigs dwelling within. It was actually more difficult than it sounded.
Stretched out on the couch, the tablet resting on his abdomen as he attempted to demolish the landscape using his supply of avian ammunition, Axel had already beaten his high score. It had been a most productive day indeed. He was pretty sure it was his turn to make dinner, but until someone came home and confirmed this, he was content to continue wasting time.
no subject
He nodded a bit when Riku detailed the bat's diet. "She's got good taste," he said. "Is that... healthy, though?" he asked, more curious than indicting. "I mean, I dunno the first thing about keeping a... whatever she actually is, but even with the fruit in there that doesn't sound like a very balanced diet."
When he heard Riku groan, though, Axel huffed audibly and got to his feet, grabbing a spatula and shaking it at him.
"Rude," he said. "You know, for a Keyblade master you really have terrible manners." Turning and tugging the freezer open, he pulled out one of the little squishy ice packs someone had bought for bag lunches or something and plunked it down on top of the boy's head. "Go siddown," he said, pointing with the spatula out toward the living room. "If I wanted to kill you I'd'a done so a long time ago, and I certainly would have been a bit more creative than poisoning your food or something, sheesh. Give me a little credit as a capable assassin."