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Spoon is thinking. The question is what to do about Axel. And Axel's...people. Thing.

Spoon is trying to figure out what to do about Axel's problem, but the problem is bigger than he is (except for the one who is short) and he's really more straightforward than all this is.

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Yrael sees him as he comes out from the back corridor, having put up his violin. "Evening, Spoon."

"Gum?" Spoon says in return, holding out two sticks. One cinnamon, one mint (not cat mint). "How're you?"

"Thanks," he says, smiling as he takes the mint gum. "I'm all right." There's a shrug as he takes a seat by Spoon.

"You?"

"I've spent the last, uh...two weeks? Or so with Axel sleeping on me couch." Spoon says, "There is no sex when Axel is four feet away. We have got to fix this situation."

Yrael nods, smiling slightly. "Indeed. Though I have few ideas of how to solve the problem, but for us to simply remove the problems."

Simple, straightforward, little to no cleanup afterwards.

"Which is a bad idea, according to Axel." Spoon says with a shake of his head. "So...yeah. Dunno how to hide Axel any better than in the TARDIS."

"I still don't see how it'd be a bad idea," he says with a wry twist of his mouth.

"Any world not in their part of the universe should be pretty safe. Some world they don't know the path to?"

Spoon shrugs and says, "I'm not going to piss Axel off by doing sommat he doesn't want and saying it's for him. Problem is we don't know what they know about."

Yrael shrugs. If Yrael went ahead and did what he wanted, it'd be for himself, primarily. For his own peace of mind. He doesn't do well when people are making his friends nervous.

"True enough," he admits. "We don't know what worlds they know the way to. I doubt they could search everyone, everywhere, in all of them very easily."

"That's also true." Spoon says, "I didn't like the short one. Haven't met the other yet. He hit on Ace."

Spoon disapproves of people hitting on his woman. "She shot him. She's a brilliant woman, she is."

"I have briefly met the tall one, and have observed the short one. They do not pretend nearly as much as Demyx does, which I almost find refreshing."

Almost.

"But it does make it terribly difficult to get information."

"What did you try to find out?" Spoon asks with curiosity.

"It seems the two of them were intent upon some decision. Xaldin had already made up his mind, and was waiting for Xigbar to decide, as well. He was pacing."

Yrael leans back in his chair, stretching. "Wouldn't say what decision it was, though I tried to find out. Seemed to think it was none of my business."

"...Guess from their point of view it isn't." Spoon points out, "Unless you were all I'm one of Axel's mates at them?"

"I didn't out and say so, but it wouldn't be hard to guess."

Spoon blinks at him and says, "Uh. How so?"

"He said that the decision would impact Axel, and I said that the decision might be my business after all," he shrugs.

"...I'd just think you were nosy." Spoon says after a minute.

"I'm that too," Yrael grins, wry.

"Back on track, though. Can't keep him in Yorkshire, we've got six people there already. Could take him for a while, I guess. It's bloody difficult that he's so distinctive."

"I have a permanent door to New Orleans, and a place to stay out in the country," he offers.

"That's a thought." Spoon agrees, "We can try shuffling him back and forth for a while. Daytrip to London, maybe?"

Pause.

"As girls? They'd never expect Axel to have tits!"

"Oooh," he grin. "I haven't ever been to London."

Well, a bit of London Below, but never above

"True. Do you have a way to change his and your genders that I don't know about?" Because Charter Skins only last so long, and they fray.

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"Back when those mint-things happened? I talked the Bar into a box of them."

Yrael: DON'T ASK. YOU DO NOT WANT TO KNOW. SERIOUSLY.

For a long moment, Yrael gives Spoon the human-shaped version of the look in the icon.

Then settles on: "It sounds like a plan, then."

Idly, Yrael wonders what Axel's hair will look like when he's female.

Spoon looks somewhere between "utterly smug" and "oh yeah. Everywhere your mind went is totally right".

The thought that Humans are weird doesn't even apply.

So he rolls happily right over this conversational detour and comes up with: "So, any idea of a when for this?"

Nope. Not to anyone involved in the situation.

"...Whenever we catch Axel?"

"If you find him before I do, come find me. I'll be around."

And it's never hard to find what smells like the lovechild of a cat and a light socket. (Sparks flew.)

"Will do." Spoon agrees, nodding firmly.

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