Five-Minute Prompts #5
Humid:
It was hot. Roxas couldn't summon up the energy to describe it any better than that.
“Hot.” He croaked, hands shading his eyes from the cruel sun that beat down on him no matter where he tried to hide.
It was sticky too, the air too close and the breeze completely dead, even on top of Yen Sid's tower. He stared at his shadow miserably, his spikes drooping in sympathy. Of course, today would be the day that Axel had chosen to be his most exuberant yet, hounding Roxas all over town with suggestions of the beach, or skating, or taking the train out to the country and other heat-inspiring suggestions.
As it was, he was sulking after being snapped at one too many times. His back was turned to Roxas, and the silence was as still as the air, broken every now and then with a theatrical sigh from the redhead. Roxas closed his eyes and ignored him, even as the sighs got closer together and his over-the-shoulder glances got progressively less and less subtle.
Suddenly there was a weight crushing his knees down and the heat increased (increased! He hadn't thought it could get any hotter). He opened his eyes to find a silently smiling Axel sprawled across his lap, resisting all his attempts to shove him off.
“Axel.” He gritted his teeth. "Too hot.”
A grin. “I know I am.”
He gave up after that. It was too humid to bother being angry.
Inchaote:
Axel had absolutely no idea what was acceptable here. He wasn't even sure what they were for fuck sake. Were they together? Was this a new relationship? Whatever it was, he was absolutely certain that asking what it was would be the wrong idea. He'd start a fight and end up bruised and confused.
Did they hold hands? He wasn't sure he was a holding hands person really. Was Roxas? He studied the blonde, discussing some plan with Zexion. Were they hugging? More importantly, could they kiss yet? Did they kiss in public?
Were they even like that? Was this going to be a no-touch kinda thing? Axel nearly bit through his tongue at the thought of that.
It was just too unclear, like film fresh dipped in developing fluid. All he could see were questions and unclear lines. A smile here, a laugh there.
What on earth was happening? Besides the ground being pulled from under his feet, which was the best description he could come up with this early in the morning anyway. He figured he'd just gape and smile away until he went insane or Roxas cleared up the details somehow.