Old friends, new world

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Who: Roxas and Axel
When: Mid-afternoon, October 8
Where: Axel and Demyx's apartment
Summary: Bros hanging a hang and chatting a chat.

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Axel glanced up from where he was seated on the couch, a stack of papers in one hand and a pencil tucked behind his ear. He'd been studying a report on the blackout that he'd snagged from Saïx's desk--of course he would have it back before it was missed. Or just slide it under something else if it had already been missed. Gosh, Saïx, clean your desk

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Roxas crossed the room and frowned briefly at the paperwork. He didn't need to know specifically what it was to disapprove of the fact that Axel could work with the Organization again, truce or no truce, after all that had happened, after they'd both turned traitor...but he couldn't deny that it was a good idea to know what they were doing.

Still, he placed the disposable tray firmly on top of the papers. They weren't needed right now.

"Yeah, the chocolate ones," he said. "They're really good." Not as good as a really quality blend, he thought, but Roxas accepted that not all his friends shared the appreciation for coffee that Mr. Godot had instilled in him.

He handed Axel one drink and took the other for himself. It had taken just long enough to get here for them to cool down to less-than-burning hot. "It might," he said. "Guess it's fall now. Summer's over." He took a sip. "Not that we got vacation."

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He didn't miss the way the coffee went down right on top of that paperwork. Touchy~ He didn't expect Roxas to really appreciate what he was trying to do. The kid might be wise beyond his years, but he's still a kid, and even if he'd had access to Sora's memories or something, he didn't have those experiences to draw from. It wasn't all that long ago, relatively speaking, that Roxas hadn't even really known what having a friend meant, so he didn't really expect him to fully appreciate playing Devil's Advocate in the hopes of keeping those friends safe. Even if he never would have admitted that was the reason behind it.

Accepting the coffee, he just held it a moment and enjoyed the smell--coffee just always smelled so good, it was hard not to savor it--before trying a sip.

"Oh-- hey, this is pretty good," he said. "Kinda like hot chocolate for grownups." Or not so grownups. He snorted a laugh then. "I dunno, this beats where I was before, so I'm not really complaining." He leaned back against the couch and put his feet up on

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The half-smile on his face faded. He knew something of what their futures held, had known for a while. That didn't mean he had to like it. "Yeah," he said quietly. "Sorry I wasn't there to help you out. Won't be, I guess."

After a moment, he shook his head. No sense in getting maudlin about an inevitability that wasn't so inevitable as long as they were here, where they had lives and freedom and a lot of things they'd never had with the Organization.

"How's everything going here?" he asked. "With Demyx, I mean. He tried to crash with me when he first got kicked out, but there wasn't any room. And I don't think he really planned on chipping in with the rent even if there had been."