Characters:
got_it_memorizd ,
briefandbright , and
replicatedaster Location: Axel's Apartment
Time: Middle of the Night
Style: Third-Person Prose
Status: Closed
Summary: Troika: Assemble!
Despite how much fun it could be to stay at Lea's with everyone, Xion found it was nice to be back in Axel's apartment, with just Roxas and Axel, instead of having so many people crammed in one place like sardines. With the two bedrooms, Xion was automatically assigned one, while Axel and Roxas bickered over who would be sleeping on the couch. Axel was particularly insistent that he should take it, while Roxas demanded Axel stay in the bedroom instead.
It ended up coming down to a rock-paper-scissors contest (which had to be explained to both Roxas and Xion, because how did that even work?). In the end, Axel won with paper, which apparently beats rock, even though the other two had no idea how paper won by covering rock, when paper could quite easily be blown away, and rock was much more likely to win against paper by just sitting on it.
Games like that were so confusing.
But with the sleeping arrangements -- reluctantly -- assigned, the three of them eventually headed off to their respective beds (or couch). Everything was peaceful, through most of the night, and Xion was sleeping better than she had in a while, until a noise from the other room woke her. That had been loud, and she immediately sat up in bed, blinking blearily as she looked around her own room. Well, the noise hadn't come from anything in her room, so she slid out of bed, rubbing a fist over her eyes as she wandered to the door.
Opening her door, Xion poked her head out to see Axel on the couch; it had sounded like Axel, and come from his direction, so...it must have been Axel. However, to make Axel yelp like that -- to sound that distressed -- whatever had caused that must have been bad.
Really bad.