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Who: Axel & One
What: 'Translating'
When: After One's french-talking
Where: Axel's room
Rating: Questionably PG-13

Stalker was such a negative term.

After all, was it really his fault that these people left such obvious clues to their rooms? Fifth floor, Axel- it was really just too easy, and even more, agreeing to let him translate? It was brilliant. It was like having a bit of the Merovingian's cake to spread around. Would the castle give some of it if he asked? Now that was something to investigate.

There was the faint suggestion, somewhere in the back of One's mind, to actually knock on the door, but this was such a silly and unnecessary step to take that he brushed it off without thinking about it. Instead, he simply phased through the door (and into the wall, in case Axel was within sight, so that One could surprise him). Whether or not Axel was there, One simply came out of the wall and solidified before throwing a glance about the room and calling out softly, "Ton sauveur est ici~"

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It was a very good thing Axel had strange friends who could already pass through walls, or otherwise the sight of One solidifying in his room might have shocked the redhead. As it stood, he only glanced up from his bed, a journal lazily sprawled out on his lap, and stated "The door was unlocked, ya know." Not that this man would know but hey, might as well throw that one out there.

"Alright, mind speaking in English so I can communicate, or will have to to bs through some of this?" he asked in a bored tone.

To be quite honest, One had wanted something of a dramatic entrance. Being starved of such, however, was not particularly distressing, so he brushed it off. "Using doors is so common," he replied smoothly, making his way closer to try and stare unashamedly at whatever the journal was open to. "Peut-être je m'occupe- mais pour tu..." It was almost in a purr, really, and the tone continued through; "What was it you wanted to know, exactly?"

Oh, and then there was also... "Are you fond of cake?"

Honestly, he'd only been interested in his conversation with Ino - Axel didn't appreciate being kept in the dark. Especially since they both were writing in his post. "Just harmless curiosity about what you and Ino were talking about," he replied nonchalantly, shrugging one shoulder and letting him take a look at the journal.

Cake? Axel lifted his chin and stared at One suspiciously, but then grinned wolfishly. "Only if it's chocolate cake."