Pizza 3.14
Summary: Roxas muses about his coworker while lying on the world's most uncomfortable bench.
Rating: T
Warnings: Language
An: I own nothing, this may grow into something more.
The bench is uncomfortable, it is incredibly uncomfortable and I'm gonna have bruises all down my back if someone doesn't call in an order soon. Now that I think about it tonight has been really slow, only two orders were placed and both were for pick up. How odd, it wasn't a dead day or a holiday, normally I'd be running around the city until the break of dawn, it is a Saturday after all.
"Axel, my back hurts."
Axel is my coworker, the one in charge of the money and making the pizza's everyone seems so crazy about recently. He's tall, like really f-ing tall and he's always talking in a teasing tone, the conceded bastered. He's got a thin frame, two inverted purple tear tattoos on his cheeks, flaming red hair, and bright green eyes; he's really not bad looking to be honest.
"Then get off the bench shrimp, it's not that difficult of a solution."
Never mind, he could be a fucking Adonis but he's still a bastered.