Name(s): Axel, Roxas
Location: Their secret spot~ You know I'm pretty sure Hogwarts has something like a clock tower.
Day: Day 20
Time: An Hour before dinner~
Rating: PG-13? Roxas said he wanted to "talk."
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Now Axel had no idea what this talk was about--but hey free Roxas time. )
"How do you always have enough time to get up here earlier than me?" he asked, slowly dropping to sit on the ledge, legs swinging out over a dangerously long drop. He looked back up at Axel, or, more specifically, at Axel's scarlet spikes. They seemed almost on fire, framed and backlit by the brilliant colors of the coming dusk. "Wish I could take a picture," Roxas mumbled softly, not intending for Axel to hear but not worried if he did.
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His laughter faded and a sigh escaped as he leaned back on his hands, gaze fixed on the ever darkening horizon. He just barely caught Roxas' muttering, but hearing it had a wry little grin worming its way into place. "A picture wouldn't do this justice--even if it was a magicked moving one." He pushed himself up again, raising his hands in front of his eye like a mock little camera. "Yeah, pictures wouldn't have anything on the real thing."
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...What the hell is wrong with me? I never thought about him like this before, did I?
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"Is..that what you wanted to talk about? I mean that day and what happened?" Oh for the sake of his sanity he really hoped that if that was going to turn into a topic of conversation it would at least turn out positive.
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