PunkRockerArashi

The apartment was quiet. It had been for a while now. Usually Murasakibara and {Name} would be sitting in the front room, munching on candy and watching crappy T.V. But not today. Earlier in the day, the couple had come home from the match that Yosen had with Seirin. The one they lost. Murasakibara was quiet the walk home, not speaking once to his girlfriend. Only grunting or nodding in response. And once they arrived, he took off his shoes and walked to there room slamming the door behind him. {Name} let out a shaky breathe. Her hands clenching one of Murasakibara's old shirts she had thrown on once that got home. It was large on her, like

Axel didn’t know how he had come across this situation; and if he wasn’t stuck being infuriated and having the strongest urge to pull out a camera, he thought he could probably come to some sort of conclusion. But since he was struggling between the good and the evil; good being burn Demyx to a crisp and evil going ‘AWW’ and pulling out a camera for a keepsake and possible blackmail—Axel had no idea how he had come across this situation. The Living Room that Wasn’t Supposed to Be, as Xemnas had one day boredly named it, was actually a very comfortable living space and the members could dress casually here instea