(Roxas and Axel sit at home; it is late afternoon and Roxas is laying on the couch, lost in thought, and Axel is staring at the younger boy, unable to find a way to occupy himself. The apartment is completely trashed, due to Roxas' restless fit earlier that day.)

Roxas: Hey Axel.

Axel: Hmmm?

Roxas: What do ya wanna do this weekend?

(Axel shrugs.)

Axel: I dunno. Got any plans?

Roxas: Nothing in particular. What about a movie?

Axel: .... It's not going to be like last time, right?

Roxas: ...? What happened last time?

Axel: Rox, you almost sent a five-year-old to the hospital over a bag of candy.... Don't act like you don't remember!

Roxas: He was being a brat! It was MY candy! I bought it!

(Roxas sits up with his arms crossed, fuming.)

Axel: You're just like a little kid.

Roxas: I am not!

Axel: You're having a temper tantrum! You are too!

(Roxas turns red and grits his teeth, mostly in good humor.)

Roxas: Go... away!

Axel: No. And I don't think going to a movie's a great idea. Is there anything else you'd like to do? That doesn't involve kicking the asses of small children preferably?

(Roxas glares at him, and Axel grins.)

Roxas: Not REALLY. I would go by myself, but it's rated fucking R and they won't let me in. Without you.

Axel: .... I see. How about this: you clean up this mess you made, and we can go tonight.

Roxas: I am NOT a little kid! I don't have to listen to you! You aren't my mom, Axel!

Axel: Come ON! It's a fucking pigsty, and if it's that bad by my standards, it must be pretty damn toxic. Come on, Rox!

(Axel walks over and begins to drag him from the couch, but Roxas puts up a fight.)

Roxas: NO!!!

Axel: I'll even help ya! It smells like burnt rotten eggs mixed with feet!

Roxas: Then it must smell GOOD to you!

Axel: No... And what the hell's that hanging from the lamp?

(Roxas shrugs and tries to get back to his spot on the couch. He grabs the back of it and hangs on for dear life.)

Roxas: Ax-el! NO!!! I'm not gonna clean the fucking apartment all day!

(Axel gives up trying to drag him and simply picks him up.)

Axel: Look, if we don't clean it, there'll be fucking roaches everywhere! Either I can help you do it now and we go to the movie tonight, or we'll sit here and do nothing and you can clean it in the morning when I go back to work.

Roxas: Unghh... But I don't wan-na!

Axel: Rox.... It's your choice. I'm willing to help ya, but.... Oh, come on! What's up with the socks?!?

(Roxas looks toward a trio of mix-matched socks stuck on various objects in the kitchen.)

Roxas: I dunno.

(Axel drops him on the floor several feet from the couch.)

Axel: Well, go find out.

(Roxas sits up, seething.)

Roxas: I... hate... you....

(Later at the theater, after the apartment was somewhat cleaned ~due to Roxas' constant nagging and repeated refusal to obey~ Axel and Roxas stand in line to get tickets for the movie.)

Axel: Maybe now you'll stop bothering me every five minutes and shut up for a while....

Roxas: It's your fault.

Axel: How was any of that MY fault?!?

Roxas: Everything's your fault.

(Axel punches him in the arm, nearly sending him into the small fountain he was looking at.)

Roxas: Why are you so mean to me?

Axel: 'Cause it's fun.

Roxas: Whatever. I still can't believe you tipped the couch over on me....

Axel: I still can't believe you're carrying on about it two hours later....

Roxas: You almost broke my arm!

Axel: I did not.

Roxas: Did too!

Axel: .... Wittle kiddie.

(Roxas crosses his arms and fixes Axel with his death stare.)

Roxas: I am NOT! You're so asking for it, Axel!

Axel: Oh, I'm SO scared of the little four-foot-something blond kid. Yeah. Terrifying.

(Roxas clenches his fists and glares at Axel.)

Axel: What, no response? Ah, you can do it, Roxy!

Roxas: I'm warning you.

Axel:.... Your warning's are just about as accurate as a kindergartener's weather predictions of the other side of the world....

Roxas: Axel....

Axel: Roxas....

(Roxas breathes out heavily, and Axel flicks him on the forehead. Roxas blinks, then tackles Axel.)

Roxas: I tried to warn you!

Axel: Whaddaya gonna do? Rub my face in the sand box?

(Ten minutes later, Roxas and Axel are handcuffed to chairs in the theater security office. Axel continually had to try to keep himself from laughing, and Roxas looked away, staring at the plant on the desk in front of him.)

Security Chief: What happened, boys?

(Roxas looks up, but immediately goes back to examining the plant.)

Axel: Ah, we didn't mean anything by it. Roxas here just has a short temper and can't take a joke.

(Roxas mumbles something.)

Security Chief: Could you repeat that, please?

Roxas: He... called me a kid. And flicked me.

Security Chief: Is this true?

(Axel nods and looks at Roxas, wondering if he had hit his head on the sidewalk.)

Security Chief: And... why did you call him a kid?

Axel:.... You haven't seen one of his fits. Just trust me.

Roxas: Shut up. Just shut the hell up.

Security Chief: Hey, hey, hey. No need for language, sir.

Roxas: But... he.... UNGH!

Security Chief: O-kay, then. I'm sure you both understand the consequences of your actions....

Axel: We can't come here anymore, right?

Security Chief: .... That's correct. We don't like to get the police involved in these minor cases.... It'd be too much trouble for them.

Roxas: I just wanted to see a movie..... He always has to ruin everything!

Security Chief: Who?

(Roxas points at Axel.)

Roxas: I'm starting to think he's mentally unstable! He tried to flatten me with a couch earlier!

(The room falls silent.)

Axel: I did not. You wouldn't get off your lazy a....

Security Chief: I think I've heard enough. Now, please, out. Get out and leave everyone else in peace. And don't come back. Please.

Axel: Tattletale.

Roxas: Bully.

(The security chief unlocks the handcuffs and motions toward the door, and Axel and Roxas leave silently, making their way back home with Roxas trailing behind moodily.)

Roxas: Told ya that everything's your fault. Now we have nothing to do.

Axel: There's always plenty to do.

Roxas: .... Like what?

Axel: Mess with you!

(Axel begins running back to the apartment, with Roxas desperately following, unable to find the apartment building by himself.)

Roxas: Stop it! I'm gonna get you, Axel!

Axel: What are you now, the fucking Boogeyman?

Roxas: You just wait and see!

Axel: I shaking with fear, Roxy!

Roxas: You had better be!