Axel walked along the sidewalk, hands stuffed into the pockets of his baggy jeans, a facial expression that said "I'm awesome and I know it" glued onto his noggin. His flaming red hair done with special care so that it would stand straight up, even in dire situations.
He passed several stores and restaurants that emitted delicious and inviting smells, and mannequins portraying clothes that he liked. But he passed them all up. His destination, after all, was the ice cream stand at the other end of town. It always sold his favorite ice cream, every day. They never ran out. But, for that he was happy. He'd never have to go without sea salt ice cream! Who wouldn't that be good news to?
Continuing on his stroll, thinking about things such as "what if clouds could catch on fire?" he was suddenly stopped. In front of him was a tiny little dog, it looked like a golden retriever. He could only be about a year old, poor little thing. Wait; stop the sea salt ice cream making. Axel cared about a dog?
But just looking at the pup made him feel…warm. Warm? What the hell was going on in this pyro's head?
He picked up the dog. He was skinny, with golden fur. His hair had little swirls in it. Axel thought that was cute. His eyes were blue. Dirt was matted in his fur like he hadn't been cleaned in a while. Deciding to take him home and clean him up, he started thinking for a name.
The dog pranced about on Axel's couch and finally curled up into a ball at the other end. He looked so cute just sitting there… sleeping.
He walked over and sat next to him carefully, so not to disturb his sleeping.
"I'll name you… Roxas." he said aloud.
With that he started rubbing Roxas on the head gently.