"Augh! Why?"
There was a grand total of two females in Castle Oblivion, and frankly, only one of them had a voice prepubescent enough to hit that high of a girly octave; and that particular female happened to be Naminé, their resident little memory witch. Normally she wouldn't dare make such a commotion, but she knew that currently she may as well have been alone in the castle, since the majority of the members were out on missions or in floors low enough so that they could not hear her.
Even so, though, hearing sweet little Naminé sound so frustrated was unusual…and though she thought she was alone, a certain redheaded pyromaniac happened to wander by her room at the exact time that the irritated sound had begun to leave her throat.
Rubbing at the paper furiously with the worn art gum eraser squished between her index finger and thumb, Naminé groaned and wiped away the rubber shavings onto the floor. She would have to clean those up later. The pencil had just been taken off the table and the tip set against the paper when a smooth voice cut the silence.
"What? Can't find the right shade of blue or something?"
The petite blonde started, her eyes widening and her head snapping upwards to look at the man who had entered her room. She swallowed and blushed, lowering her gaze back to the paper, rough and gray from all the rubbed-out graphite. "N-no, that isn't it," she answered carefully.
This was followed by a quick breath of air - not quite a laugh, but not ill-willed enough to be a scoff - and suddenly she no longer felt his presence.
Forget-me-not irises flickered upwards once more, expecting to see the black silhouette of the cloaked male. But, he was no longer leaning against the doorway, and everything was white once more.
Her attention was once again focused on the failed attempts at a picture resting in her lap. The pencil was taken gently across the paper once more; and then, the slender cylinder of wood halted in its tracks when warm breath fanned out across her ear and a hand came to rest on her shoulder. "Then…what is it? Not very often you make sounds that loud."
Suppressing the violent quake erupting under her skin, she let out a shuddering breath before forcing out a timid reply. "…m-my anatomy is terrible. I can't get it right."
This was returned with a deep chuckle, and he was so close to her, she could feel the smirk dancing on his lips. "Your anatomy, huh? We could go to my room and study it up-close." She turned her head a few millimeters, oceanic eyes rolling as far left as they could to get a glimpse of the more acidic green orbs that were venturing suggestively down her torso. "Maybe work on some…human interaction poses."
Swallowing hard, Naminé flinched away from the hot air that engulfed the shell of her ear. She could feel a heat rising in her cheeks, and her voice came out as a weak little crackle. "…that…" Trailing off, her own eyes ventured downwards, though not so much to look at her body as to look at the sketchbook open atop her thighs. Her thin eyebrows knitted together as if in consideration, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth when a tongue darted out to tease at her earlobe.
Normally Naminé was a quiet little thing, and she didn't dare make a commotion. Though when the pair retreated to the fire elemental's room, it was quite obvious that the frail artist knew very well how to be loud.
"O-oh! Axel!"
He'd have to remember that for the next time she decided to keep her pretty little voice hidden away.