Roxas gently woke from his slumber, stretching, yawning and rubbing his eyes tiredly as he slowly sat up, blinking in the warm sunlight. That was a good sleep. Observing his surroundings quickly, he threw himself over the couch with a yell, expecting Axel to be lurking behind it. However, he landed on a large red pillow that almost matched the burgundy carpet. Hearing the thump, Axel walked in with a lazy grin plastered on his face, effortlessly weaving his way through the mass of furniture to help him up. "Morning, sleepyhead!" The boy groaned, holding his head, tripping over the pillow and falling against the redhead, too annoyed to move away. He had so many questions, and he needed answers.
"You sure are cheerful today. Did something happen?" Axel wrapped his free arm around Roxas' shoulders and gave him a small squeeze, the other hand offering him a loaded plate. He made a feast today… Is this all for me? "Aren't I allowed to feel happy that my best friend is staying with me for awhile?" The blond replied with a muffled "hmph" as he chewed on some toast. Swallowing his mouthful, he redirected his attention to Axel. "I've been needing to ask, how did you find a vacant place on such short notice?" In response to his question, the redhead grinned even harder. "Best not to question it, I find." Pouting, Roxas ate another mouthful before continuing. "Though you were always awake before me, I've never known you to be a morning person." Axel stiffened, shifting his feet awkwardly. Finding his support swaying, Roxas peered up at him curiously. "H-hey! What's wrong? Axel, talk to me!"
Roxas grabbed at him to keep him steady, his free hand catching Axel around the waist. Painfully aware of his body, he kept his hand where it was. He knew his friend would fall over without his help."Axel? C'mon, just sit on the couch. You look like you haven't slept in weeks." Flinching, Axel sighed, swinging his legs over the couch and sitting down, grabbing the plate from Roxas and dragging him over the sofa with his free hand all in one swift movement. Resting his feet on the armrest and back against Roxas, he tipped his head back to watch him carefully. "That's because I haven't." The blond was taken aback, staring at his friend with wide-eyed concern. "Why not?" Groaning, Axel half-fell off the blond's shoulder, head landing in his lap, and stared up at him sightlessly, laboured breathing softening as his drooping eyelids finally closed. The boy stared at the sleeping man worriedly, head still swimming with unanswered questions. He could see the dark bags under his eyes, the hard lines of fatigue marring his features. How in Nothing's name did he manage to last this long without taking care of himself?
