Poor Roxas. I feel his paiiiiiiin.. *got her own personal axel to rub it in, too*

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Real life experience maybe?

I love the movement and facial expressions of both Axel and Roxas. You caught this scene perfectly

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Haha x3 this is so cute

Axel knew even before he opened the door to 3B that something was afoot. He didn't rightly know what "afoot" meant, other than he'd heard it used in conjunction with "evil" before, and where Roxas and the 6p.m. nightly news were concerned, evil was certainly afoot.

"Hey, buddy." That's right, Axel. Casual and nonchalant. Toe your shoes off right in front of the door just like always. Lure him into your clutches with false security. Check the fridge for dinner that he never cooks. You know he never cooks it, but you check all the time anyway. "What's for dinner?"

"My dick." Roxas, bored sounding and slumped against the couch like he'd climbed Everest as opposed to slept through a couple hours of college composition.

Hopping over the top of the tragically tacky woolly mammoth masquerading as a couch, Axel grinned. "Sounds delicious." Roxas scowled, gaze fixed on the large-headed female anchor as she rattled off a few new statistics about cellphones probably giving us all brain cancer. Staring carefully around the room before pausing on the very obviously whirring PlayStation 3, Axel shot Roxas a look. "So you okay?"

"Dur." The PS3 controller was shoved between Roxas' thigh and the right armrest of the woolly mammoth.

"You sure?" Axel studied a clump of woolly mammoth couch fur with feigned interest. "It's just that, y'know, you don't ever really watch the news."

"I happen to care a great deal about current events," Roxas said, shrugging.

"Oh, yeah? What'd she just say?" Axel motioned toward the large-headed anchor.

"Um, that doesn't count. You were talking."

"OK MR. CURRENT EVENTS MAN. YOU ALWAYS WATCH THE NEWS WITH THE PS3 ON? HOW ABOUT WITH A CONTROLLER HALFWAY UP YOUR ASS?" Axel used this opportunity--clever, making Roxas wince at his bellowing, thus leaving him open to attack--to hijack the controls for the T.V. and the PS3. "What're you playing, Rox, huh? Barbie Goes to the Mall 4?"

"Your knowledge of current technology is astounding. No, really," Roxas said, folding his arms in Roxas-brand defeat wherein Axel gloated over his victory and Roxas pretended not to give a damn.

The screen was paused on a Street Fighter IV match between Chun-Li and Blanka, the former getting her ass handed to her with 19 seconds left on the clock. "Please," Axel said, handing the control over. "Tell me you're the green guy with sexy hair." Roxas remained silent, mouth twitching. "Oh my g--"

"Say one more thing and you can suck your own dick for the next week."

"--God, that's so awesome, I was gunna say before I was rudely interrupted. You're the girl with the modified bra on her head? That's so cute, Rox."

"I will castrate you." The rest of the match was brief, Roxas watching Blanka tear into his character until she was K.O.'d "Fuck."

"Man, you suck."

"YOU KNOW," Roxas said loudly. "I chose this match because Blanka reminds me of you."

Not good, Axel. Not good. "The hair?"

"Well, that, and also the sickly green skin and the raving savage animality."

Sitting up and crossing his arms dejectedly, Axel glared at the screen. "Yeah, well." He paused, unable to think of a fitting comeback. His skin wasn't sickly... was it?

After the preliminary insults were traded and Axel stopped sulking enough to shoot Roxas a sideways glance--the litter fucker was watching him, grinning toothily--Axel scrambled around the kitchen, unearthing a couple melon popsicles and splitting one of his specialties with Roxas: the Soggy Waffle Sandwich, for When the Fridge is Empty and You're Out of Bread. Because Roxas liked waffles, they were never out; throw in a couple heaping tablespoons of peanut butter, a few tortured bananas, and voila a perfectly atrocious substitute dinner.

"I think," Axel said around a bite of soggy waffle sandwich, "you're getting closer to beating him." It was Chun-Li's fourth re-match against Blanka. By the seventh, Axel was using his popsicle as his commentator mic. "30 seconds on the clock, ladies and gents, right down to the wire, and it's Chun-Li, manned by little boy Roxas, in the left corner, Blanka, manned by a computer or some shit, in the right, and, folks, it doesn't look pretty. Blood on the floor, on the stands, and here comes Blanka with a roundhouse and--oooh, that had to hurt."

"Shut!" Roxas shouted, thumbs dancing wildly over the controller, "Your fucking! Mouth!"

"Five seconds left, ladies and gentlemen, five seconds, so close we can taste it." The popsicle melted around Axel's knuckles, the redhead darting a tongue out to catch drips between his fevered commentating. "This is it, folks. Roxas hasn't eaten or slept in weeks, training Chun-Li to prepare for the match against her most vicious opponent. He's going in for the win...!" As Roxas lifted his thumb to land the final kick, Blanka went all electric, leaving Chun-Li in a sizzling K.O.'d heap. "...And he dies. AGAIN. FOR THE 80TH TIME."

"FUCK! SHUT! UP!" Roxas shouted, hurling the controller at the carpet. "THIS SANDWICH SUCKS."

Wounded, Axel retried Roxas' half eaten portion of the soggy waffle sandwich. "First my skin is gross--oh, and let's not forget the savage animal part--and now my cooking sucks."

"This," Roxas said, snatching the food out of Axel's hand and waving it around, "is not cooking. This is a fistful of malnutrition." Roxas had this thing about losing. He couldn't do it. Roxas didn't lose at cards, he didn't lose at Street Fighter, and he definitely lose arguments. Axel didn't see why he had to be so mean about it, though, jeez.

"Jeez," Axel shrugged, trying to figure out what to do with his messy hands. "I'm--"

"Shut it," Roxas said, hopping into his lap. "How about I call my parents, we go to dinner with them, and then we come back here and I kick your ass in a match. You can apologize for sucking then."

How do you say no to that? All stubborn and bratty. All telling and no asking. "I love you," Axel said, arms crossed behind Roxas' back at the wrists because his hands were all smeared with peanut butter and he didn't want to get any on Roxas.

"Oh, really." Roxas said, not a question, and bumped his nose against Axel's.

LAUGH MY FUCKING ASS OFF XDDD <3

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This has happened to me before!
it sucks when you die. D:
lol. i love roxas's expression. :d

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA xDD

¬¬ I have a feeling like Roxas is playing KHII and got his ass kicked by Sephy ..... and if this is the case.... I feel his pain..... D:

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