(500) Days of Roxas
Day (1)
Roxas Neil Strife.
That's his full name. He arrived from Cali a couple days ago, and now happens to work under Xemnas's wing as assistant manager at our trusty Twilight Grocery. I found myself staring at his sky-blue eyes and boyish ass, couldn't help myself from raping the poor thing with my eyes. I got a better look at today's staff meeting. Demyx and Xigbar took their places next to me. Demyx was snoring, and Xigbar had his finger shoved up his nose to where he could touch his deteriorated brain. Why do I even put up with these miserable fucks? I don't even know the answer to that either.
"Alright you incompetent fools, we've got new forms to fill out, my new assistant manager will be by to hand you each a copy," Mansex stated, an unwavering look of boredom plastered on his face.
The blond came around with a paper, handing it to me with caution. I don't blame him. "Thank you…?" I asked, pretending like I didn't know his name already.
"Roxas," he said. It was music to my ears, velvet if it had its own audio track. I already couldn't wait 'till he said my name.
"My name is-"
"Axel."
Did I just hear an angel cry?
"Hm?" was all I could let out, but then he gave the 'its-on-your-name-tag-stupid' look as he pointed to the plastic pin on my chest and snorted.
So attractive.
What?" Roxas asked.
Whoops. I didn't realize I had said that aloud, "Nothing."