"What is up with your hair man? How much gel did you have to use for that?"

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"What is up with your hair man? How much gel did you have to use for that?"
Hi. Um, I saw that you reblogged a post of mine from a follower, and I was just wondering why. I'm really flattered, and I definitely don't want to come off as a total bitch, I just don't think you follow me, so it seemed sort of random? Again, please don't think I'm trying to be rude or cunty, because I'm definitely not!!
oh no i just reblogged it cause i thought you were pretty so.. yeah ^U^
@Fire-crotch
-/Roxas heaves a sigh as he pulls his old, and slightly stained, work shirt over his head and smooths it out impatiently. He takes a quick look over his reflection in the blackness of his television, currently turned off, as he pushes down on the one part of his collar that always refuses to stay down. Another sigh. Getting used to this new work schedule was going to be a bit odd.
A glance at his glowing alarm clock makes him curse. The blond snatches up his keys, bids a hasty farewell to his cat Jupiter (who only rolls over on his bed in response) and books it out of his apartment. What a way to start the first day on the new schedule, shit, if he doesn't hurry he'll definitely be late.
His pace during his walk to work is kept at a sort of half-jog sort of thing that almost looks like a skip. The streetlamps overhead light up his path in vaguely round splotches of yellowish light; it's very different and kind of eerie compared to his previous daytime walk. As the restaurant comes into view Roxas lets out an audible breath of relief. Just two minutes to spare. He runs the last half-block and slips through the double doors.-
Whew...
"Hello there." He purred, emerald irises focused intensely on blue. Extending a slender hand, the redhead continued "nice to meet you. Name's Axel."
“Hey, same.” Roxas grinned and extended his hand as well, giving the redhead’s hand a firm shake. ”I’m Roxas.” He had to admit, the man’s locks were impressive. He wondered whether Axel had dyed them or they were natural. Roxas pulled his hand away, tucking his thumbs into his pockets as he looked up at the man. ”So what brings you out here, Axel? Trying to run away from something or just heading off to work?” He motioned towards the bus stop sign a few meters away.
"Hey there, good lookin'." Axel winked at his stranger of a twin. "Not very often I get to find someone as sexy as me. What's up? We should talk more, yeah?"
The redhead grinned widely at his double. "Well it's not every day you get to have a conversation with yourself. I say we should make this a frequent thing."
"Hahaha!" He laughed gleefully for a second before pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. "Congrats on findin' the beau, cutie. If he's ever not enough for ya, well, you know where I am." Winking again, he opened a dark portal and stepped through, closing it before giving Ven the chance to throw his lovely bag of poop through with him.
Shaking his head, he sighed and kicked the bag away, walking off. "The people that talk to me are crazier than I am.."
"Take my shit? Dang, little one, you're full of crazy ideas tonight, ain't you?" Hooking his thumb into his jeans, he tugged the side of them down just a little, smirk widening. "Must be achin' to see my hole or somethin' with all these 'take a shit for me Mr. Axel~' comments. Heh." Winking playfully, he teased "What're you, wantin' to see if the carpet matches the drapes? I'd be happy to show ya if you just asked nicely."
"Axel. Stop. I don't need to be seeing anyone's dick unless it's my boyfriend's. 'Kay? So get out before I kick you in the nuts." He crossed his arms, waiting patiently. "I'll give you 5 seconds before I make sure that if you ever get with a chick, you won't have to worry about having kids. 5..... 4.... 3... 2.."
"Heya, blondie~" Axel grinned, holding a little brown bag. "Just here to... how'd you put it? Drop some shit in your ask box." Flicking his fingers, he lit the rolled top of the paper bag with a quick, small flame and dropped it to the floor.
He quickly put the flame out with a small burst of wind, a very unamused look on his face. "You'd be the one to do it, Axel. Now take your shit and leave."