He wanted to touch him, just put a hand on his shoulder or tweak a lock of that ridiculous blond do (not that he could talk about ridiculous hair, not Axel, king of the 80's power hair), but one look at Roxas told him it was a bad idea.
Roxas had that look on his face that said if Axel so much as made a verbal pass, he'd be exiting the conversation with one less testicle than when he entered (he was just the type of shit when he was moody to leave a guy one nut just to throw his balance off). And Axel was kind of attached to his balls—a matching set, y'know, be a shame to separate them.
But enough of that—he could think about sex and the family jewels whenever he wanted (he was a guy, it was his natural right)—for now, finding out what had XIII so pissed off was more important. Wanna talk about it? would be the simple, easy approach, but Axel's never been one for simple and easy, so he just wades right into the shit with a big grin on his face.
After all, Roxas might glare so that you almost thought he could set you on fire, but Axel was fireproof.
"Damn, someone ate his Bitchy-O's this morning. Did you use milk, or a cup of PMS?" Roxas just glared and then turned away, no snappy retorts about how Axel must've eaten a lot of dick for breakfast (too bad, 'cause he always ended up laughing soon as he said it, realizing how it sounded). He just plain ignored Axel, which bothered VIII more than words or a glare ever could—he didn't like to be ignored in the first place, but when it came from Roxas, he fucking loathed it.
Probably meant it was more of what usually ate at Roxas's soul (hey, they were allowed to have souls; first person to tell Axel he didn't get a soul was getting his boot up their ass), the eternal questions "Who was I," and "Why did the Keyblade choose me?" Well, Axel couldn't answer those questions—not that he didn't know the answers, he just couldn't tell Roxas (and fuck Xemnas, had nothing to with his orders, and everything to do with keeping Roxas where Axel nee- wanted him). Couldn't give Roxas those answers, but he could take his Keyblader's mind off being a Keyblader. Quickening his steps he came up and snagged Roxas with an arm around his shoulder, ignoring the look on XIII's face, and grinned down at him. "Ice cream and you can piss and moan about how Xemnas sends you on the shittiest missions ever?"
There you go, a softening of the glare and a little nod. Not to get poetic or anything, but Axel thought that was as good as the clouds breaking and the sun shining down on a stormy sea. Ugh, yeah, corny, not thinking that again.
Opening a portal and towing Roxas through, he grinned, because he still had both his testicles.