Axel
The hooded figure approached the table with unease; he gave off a nervous vibe, looking around with almost scared eyes. When he had finished checking out the restaurant, making sure it was empty, he sat down and locked eyes with the petite figure sitting in front of him. A hint of black, barely visible under the figure's grey hoodie, confirmed that this was who he was looking for. She was sitting at the table with her hands holding a coffee cup- her hands were nimble and delicate, a thick coating of black nail polish covering her long nails. Her fingers rhythmically drummed the side of the cup, showing off a hint of impatience. When he sat down, she pulled back her hood, showing short black hair, that finished around her chin. Not many people could pull it off, but he had to admit, she made it look sexy. Her deep blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, her face bearing a fierce but playful expression.
Their last meeting had him outraged and in despair, as she hasn't been able to come up with anything new with the boy. No new leads. Not even a fucking hotel booking. If she had come back with no news to report, then he would not be happy. They needed to find him, and fast. Before...
The girl looked up and locked eyes with him, a slight smile playing at her lips.
"What have you found? And you better have something decent." He growled, banging his fists loudly on the wooden table. The blonde waitress sitting out of earshot of them just cocked an eyebrow up at him, as he arrogantly waved his hand as an half-assed apology.
"Now now, patience you." She spoke seductively, crossing her arms with a sly smile on her lips.
"I have no time for fucking patience." He lent over the table, glaring intensely at her. She just waved him off rolling her eyes. It was obvious that she was one of the few that wasn't fazed by this side of him; she'd known him too long for that. Plus, she wasn't afraid of anything- her small, petite arms could easily break his arm if she wanted to, and he knew it.
"Yes, you do. Unless you have somewhere to be..?" The smile emerged from her yet again. They temper on this boy was so easy to arise. "Roxas hardly emerges from his room, am I right? So.. why would you be in a hurry?"
He just sighed and clenched his fists, putting his head down in defeat. When the big-breasted-and-she-knew-it waitress came over and oogled him, he just looked away and ordered a coffee. He needed something to perk him up; the bags under his eyes was showing more than normal.
"He's covering up his tracks. Very skilfully. I have a slight feeling he's not alone." The girl spoke, finally making him interested. Not alone? Who was that fucker working with?
Her cerulean eyes showed flecks of hope, and sadness as she took a sip of her coffee.
He looked up, his mossy green eyes staring into hers. "So are you just telling me that all hope is lost then? What the fuck, Xion?!" He made sure to lower his voice when he said her name, but she shushed him anyway, her mouth pulled into a straight line.
"No, I'm not.
Axel, I think we may be close to finding Sora. Very close."