Locked Out || Demyx
After a long day of work and classes, Axel felt weary. The fire that often burned so bright in him now was a dull ember. While he could usually be seen making trouble and trying to get a rise out of people, he dragged his feet now, lithe body somewhat slouched. Some days he desperately needed to recharge his batteries. Today was one of those days. All he wanted to do was curl up in bed, maybe smoke a cigarette and eat some instant ramen. Sleep topped his priority list, though.
As he dragged his feet down the hall of the Oathkeeper dormitory, someone caught his attention from out of the corner of his eye. He lifted his head, straightening his posture some. He studied the back of a head of spiked up dirty blond hair with interest, the fire within him rekindling, though not burning at full strength. The young man appeared to live next door to him, as he attempted to get into dorm 102. Axel lived in 103.
“Hey. Don’t I know you from somewhere?” Axel asked, knowing there was something incredibly familiar about the person, even from seeing the back of their head. “You lose your key, pal?”
