Backdated to December 24th

[fineinthefire]

[Phone]

So Mayfield, how do all of you feel about Christmas carolers? 

[Filtered to Roxas]

Get your blond butt over here. Bring a friend or something. We're gonna have fun tonight.

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[Filtered to Demyx]

Rock star, come over okay? I've got a surprise for you.
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[768 Bunker Street]
[Any family members around the house at the time would see a rather pleased looking Axel with his feet kicked up on the coffee table. If they approach, he just might ask if they want to go on an adventure tonight.]

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[surmounthesky.livejournal.com]

[It took a while but Roxas had finally managed to get Rin out of his house and over to Axel's. Roxas refused to take no for an answer. Doing something else? Didn't matter. Do it later.

He gave a grin to Rin before he knocked on the door.]

[callinblueskies.livejournal.com]

[Rin just kept his hands shoved in his pockets. He hadn't put up too much of a fight since there was nothing better for him to do today. No one could blame him about being a little unsure about hanging out with the guy that threw a frisbee at his face though.]

Who are we getting again?

[surmounthesky.livejournal.com]

[He appreciated the little resistance. Besides, you threw the first object.]

Axel, red hair, kinda loud?

[fineinthefire.livejournal.com]

[He pulls open the door.]

He also has kinda good hearing. Maybe you should wait to bash a man until your not on his doorstep eh?

[Despite his words, he's smirking. He takes a step to the side.]

Took you long enough. Get in here and introduce me to your friend.

[callinblueskies.livejournal.com]

Never heard of-[Oh hello person. Rin will follow the suggestion and step inside, kicking the snow off his boots.]

I'm Rin. [Taking off a glove and holding it out to shake Axel's.]

[surmounthesky.livejournal.com]

[Roxas grins at Axel before entering, already shrugging off his coat.] Are you denying it?

We met on my first day here. He... kinda helped? [He cast a glance at Rin, particularly his face. At least the frisbee didn't leave a mark.]