One of Those Days
3. The Tree
After digging Demyx out of the mountain of stuff he had somehow managed to get himself buried under, the three boys decided they were hungry. So they stopped by their favorite pizza shop and each got a huge slice of pizza and a breadstick before they began the hunt for a table.
"Geez, how many fucking people are here?" Axel complained, slinking away from people as they brushed by. "Remind me again why we're here."
"For the sales," Demyx reminded him. "We should go by the craft store. I want to see if they have any fabrics or interesting buttons or anything like that. Ooo! Or those make-your-own stickers! I want to make a few more stickers for my sitar case."
"I want to get a new sketchpad for Naminé," Roxas spoke up. "She mentioned the other day that she's down to the last few pages."
"That'll be easy to find. There's always tons of sketchbooks. I'll help you pick out one, if you'd like," Demyx said.
Roxas nodded. "Okay." He didn't really know much about art or even what kind of sketchpad that Naminé liked, so it was probably a much better idea to let Demyx pick something out.
"Hey," Axel said, nudging Roxas with his elbow. "I just found the perfect spot."
Roxas looked around, expecting to see a nice empty table set away from all of the other ones. He frowned when he saw not even one empty table. "I think you're imagining things again, Axel," he said.
"Not there," Axel growled. "There."
"A tree?" Demyx asked, looking in the direction Axel was pointing in. "How are we going to eat at a tree?"
"We're going to climb up onto a branch, duh," Axel said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Which it kind of was.
Deciding it was better than sitting on the ground or standing up, Roxas shrugged and began walking to the three. Axel stuck his tongue out at Demyx and then happily followed after the short blond. Demyx trailed after them with a small, knowing grin on his face.