Staring At The Sun.

"Why wasn't Demyx sent for this?" Axel asks, with such a look of utter disgust that Roxas almost wants to laugh out loud. He looks like a wet cat, pushing soaking red hair out off his face, trying to walk without touching the water, muttering about how it's going to ruin his uniform. Seeing that the water here is knee-high, of course he doesn't have such luck.

"He was being sent to Agrabah," Roxas answers, despite knowing that Axel wasn't expecting one. He looks up and he smiles at how the scorching sun feels against his skin. It only takes him a moment before he's taking off the black coat, the gloves, taking off his boots and pants as he goes.

There's something in the soft sound of waves against a distant shore that calms him, at how the sun feels reflected against the water and over his skin. He'd rather carry his uniform than miss that. Or rather, make Axel carry it for him.

"Why didn't they send us there! Y'know I don't mind the hea-!"

He looks over his shoulder and notices Axel staring. Roxas smiles, feeling almost amused and he shrugs before he starts walking.

"I like it."

Axel stops complaining for the whole lapse of twenty minutes after that.