four flames ☆ three locks
[Axel appears on the Plane, and he's not alone! He's got a certain annoyed blonde captured in the crook of his elbow, as if dragging him away from a fight. In fact, they're both showered lightly in sticky rice and sporting a few scratches and bruises. Also some vaguely Chinese clothing.] Hey, chill out!
Chill out? He hit me first! He had it coming! [Said annoyed blonde attempts to wriggle out of the red-head's grasp.] C'mon, Axelll...!
[His grip is firm.] Do you want to get kicked out of the Imperial Forces before we can even join? We're doing it for the chi-er, Ping. Besides, if we're on our best behavior, we'll get to blow up some Heartless.
[Roxas takes a moment to digest all that, giving another squirm, if only for the heck of it.] That's... a good point. But then they'll think it's okay! The soldiers, I mean. ... to pick on us-or, worse, Ping!
[He's not letting go just yet.] Ping can handle himself. He's got that annoying lizard, remember? Besides, the captain will keep 'em in line.
Yeah, but... We still promised to help.
And we will, promise. That doesn't mean you have to get your arm broken for it.
... speaking of which? [He wriggles one more time, pointedly.]
[Axel sighs dramatically and lets go.]
Chill out? He hit me first! He had it coming! [Said annoyed blonde attempts to wriggle out of the red-head's grasp.] C'mon, Axelll...!
[His grip is firm.] Do you want to get kicked out of the Imperial Forces before we can even join? We're doing it for the chi-er, Ping. Besides, if we're on our best behavior, we'll get to blow up some Heartless.
[Roxas takes a moment to digest all that, giving another squirm, if only for the heck of it.] That's... a good point. But then they'll think it's okay! The soldiers, I mean. ... to pick on us-or, worse, Ping!
[He's not letting go just yet.] Ping can handle himself. He's got that annoying lizard, remember? Besides, the captain will keep 'em in line.
Yeah, but... We still promised to help.
And we will, promise. That doesn't mean you have to get your arm broken for it.
... speaking of which? [He wriggles one more time, pointedly.]
[Axel sighs dramatically and lets go.]