"Hello! It's nice to meet you all! My name's Skyler!"

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"Hello! It's nice to meet you all! My name's Skyler!"
"We usually try to stay in hiding, so its been awhile since I've met someone who has heard of us, but we have became more open since the organization was created." He scratched his head nervously.
"I am the God of Mischief. I know about everyone who does anything related to that field of work."
"I see that. Forgive me if that was extremely random just putting down ideas to add stuff onto the completely black outfits the organization of which the leader makes the others and I wear everyday."
"Oh yes I've heard of your organization. I'm actually rather interested in what you do."
"Green and Black a normal color in your clothing?" He stood beside of him, asking curiously.
"They're my favorite."
You x Your hand.
"I'm sorry. I guess I just wanted to be nice." He put his hands in his pockets sighing a bit before walking away.
Now he went and made him feel bad. "Waitaminute. I'm sorry I was blunt. But... I am just.. Oh never mind. It's too late anyway. Always too late. I'm sorry, Roxas." He turned and began walking away in the opposite direction. Every time he thought he had it figured out, he thought he knew how to handle something, the rules changed again. He was so tired of it. having a heart was kind of not very fun, to be honest. He shouldn't have assumed this one was like all the others, he knew that, but he was tired of the same story every single time. And if this one was different, he'd screwed it up anyway. Oh well. Story of his life.
//Sorry about him. I'd like to say thank you for following and thank you for your patience with his angsty crap. You're amazing. ♥
"Um. Nothing much." He stared noticing a difference in Axel's personality before his eyebrow raised questionably. "You seem different, is something wrong?"
He wondered what tact to take with this one. Clearly he somehow had him mistaken for whatever Axel he happened to know. Be blunt? Or play along until the kid's real Axel eventually showed up and decided he had to prove something with a fight? He greatly disliked the idea of fighting with his twinners, he in fact avoided most of them like the plague for that sole reason. But if one started something with him, he would damn well finish it. And he didn't want to have to take this Roxas' Axel from him. That decided it.
He sighed, putting his hands on his hips and looking at the ground before looking back to the blonde, shadowed emerald eyes meeting those blue orbs that haunted the pyro's dreams. "Look. I'm not who you think I am. I'm sorry. You can take off now, if ya want. I'm sure your Axel is looking for you. He must really care about you; I know I gave everything I had and everything I was for mine. So don't let me keep ya." He looked away, waiting for the kid to move on.
He walked up to him, blinking suddenly. "Axel?"
Shadowed emerald eyes narrowed. Another Roxas. They seemed to exist solely to torment him. But as always, he took the friendly route. "Heya." He smiled. But inwardly he was cold. He knew this one would be like all the others before him. Speaking to him once, realizing how wreckeed he was mentally, and then disappearing, never to be heard from again. "What's up?"