Axel came striding around the corner, seeing Roxas and smirking slightly at him. "You're early."
"No, you're just late..." replied the certain spiky headed blond, smiling at Axel as he sat beside him on the Bell Tower ledge. There was a short silence before Roxas spoke up again.
"Today makes 255."
Axel glanced over at Roxas curiously, "What's that about?" he asked.
"It's been that many days..." Roxas explained, pausing breifly. "...since I first joined the Organization. Man, time flies."
Axel's eyes glinted for a moment in the dim lighting, smirking at Roxas again. "So you got the number memorised, do ya?"
"Yeah." Roxas looked down at his sea-salt icecream, "Have to hang onto something, right? It's not like I have memories from before the Organization. Don't you remember? I acted like a zombie."
Axel layed a large hand on Roxas' shoulder. "Right, that first week you could barely form a sentence..." At that, he perked up and slapped Roxas on the back, nearly knocking the poor nobody off the Bell Tower. "But come on, you're still kind of a zombie!"
"Oh, thanks!" Roxas retorted sarcastically, waving his hand away and laughing. Axel laughed with him, their laughter carrying on the wind.
When they stopped laughing, Axel spoke up again. "Hey, Roxas. Bet you don't know why the sun sets red." He looked out at the perminant sunset, Roxas doing the same.
They lapsed into a silence for a moment until Axel realised he wasn't going to get a response, and continued to elaborate. "You see, light is made up of lots of colours," he began, "and out of all those colours, red is the one that travels the farthest." the redhead said cockily.
Roxas smiled and rolled his eyes, "Like I asked! Know-it-all." He laughed, elbowing him in the side, causing the taller nobody to laugh also, their laughs sounding like music drifting on the air toward that beautiful sun-set.