#3 – jolt!
Marluxia winced as he heard the door slam, the blonde's presence a happy one to see go. The redhead beside Number Eleven stirred, the latter straightening up and poking his partner in the ribs. Axel winced, a whimper escaping his chapped lips.
"How ya feeling?"
"Like shit," Axel snapped, eyes opening a crack, pupils still dialated from the extreme flash of light both had seen before they were burned from the inside out, all from a flick of Larxene's wrist.
"...Guess we shouldn't have stolen Larxene's panties and taped them to the window, huh?" Marluxia asked quitely.
"No shit, Sherlock."
The pink haired man looked down at Number Eight, who wore an extremely aggrivated scowl on his face. Marluxia stuck out his lower lip mockingly.
"Aw, want me to kiss it and make it better?" he cooed, leaning down to place a tiny peck on Axel's barbequed forehead. Axel winced, jerking away suddenly.
"Dammit, that hurt!"
Marluxia smirked, amused, which made Number Eight all the more annoyed.
"For a man so used to the heat, he sure does burn easily."