"Don't you ever get sick of that thing?" Hayner asked Roxas. Roxas was steering his toy helicopter in yet another loop around the room. "It was fun at first, but come on. After a few months it does start to get old."
"You're just jealous because whenever you try to fly it, it crashes." Roxas said.
Hayner glared at him. "That's not it, I'm just sick of watching that stupid thing fly around and around in circles all day."
"It is annoying." Pence agreed.
"We figured you'd be tired of it by now. You've had it for months." Said Olette.
"What's so wrong with it just innocently flying circles around our heads?"
"The noise it makes is annoying." Said Hayner.
"And when you're flying it you stop paying attention to anything else and ignore us." Said Pence.
"And when you stop ignoring us occasionally you usually accidentally crash it into one of our heads." Said Olette.
"I've only done that few times!"
They all looked at him skeptically.
"Fine, if you're all that bothered by it, me and my helicopter will go elsewhere." Roxas stomped out of the room, his helicopter flying above his head.
Roxas walked down the sidewalk. "Those jerks, what's their problem? I don't need them, I have you helicopter." He paused. "Oh great, I'm going crazy. A toy helicopter as my only friend?" Roxas sighed. "I guess I am a little too obsessed."
He continued walking, his helicopter buzzing along in front of him. "What now?"
Roxas headed absentmindedly down the road. Only snapping into a more conscious state when he saw someone on a bench a little ways ahead of him. "He's cool looking."
Roxas started walking at a slower pace to get a better look at the redhead. He was so focused on watching him that he wasn't watching where his helicopter was going, and it flew right into the guy's head. The blades wound into his hair quite a bit before the helicopter gave up trying to fly away and just sat on his head making a strange humming noise.
The guy grabbed at his head in confusion. Roxas considered hiding the remote control behind his back and walking away like it wasn't his, but that would loose him his helicopter and those things weren't cheap.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." Said Roxas.
The guy just looked bewildered, still unsure of what was stuck to his head. Roxas reached over and tried to untangle the helicopter from his hair, without much success. Roxas gave the redhead a look that said, "Please don't kill me." And showed him the remote control so he'd be less confused as to what was in his hair.
"Would you get this off of me?" He asked, giving the helicopter a yank.
"Careful! You'll break it." He grabbed the man's hand and pulled it away from his helicopter protectively. His hand was warm and surprisingly soft. Roxas liked the way it felt, he stood there holding the redhead's hand. He gave him a raised eyebrow. "What're you doing?"
"Oh, nothing." Roxas said, dropping the hand and blushing.
He went for the helicopter again. "Don't worry, I'll get it out. I do this all the time."
"Crash your little toy into people's heads?"
"Yeah. I mean no. I mean not that often." Roxas stuttered out.
The redhead laughed. Roxas blushed an even deeper shade. "When you blush it's really obvious, some people you can't even see it, but your cheeks go bright red, Kid." He said, looking amused.
"Don't call me kid." Roxas said, scowling.
"What should I call you then?"
"Roxas." He said, still trying to get the helicopter out of the other's hair.
"Axel." Said the redhead, holding out his hand for Roxas to shake.
Roxas shook his hand then blushed some more. "You let go this time." Said Axel with a smirk.
Roxas gave a hard tug and the helicopter finally dislodged from Axel's hair. Axel rubbed his head. "Free at last."
Roxas started to walk away. He didn't like feeling constantly uncomfortable around this guy. But Axel wouldn't have it. He stood up and followed after Roxas. "Where you going?" He asked.
"I don't know, back to the usual place where me and my friends hang out I guess. But first I think I'll drop my helicopter off at home." He had been feeling more and more anxious to get rid of it the whole day.
"I'll come with, I'm bored as hell."
"You're just inviting yourself along?" Asked Roxas, with a raised eyebrow.
"Yup."
