#4 – our distance and that person
Roxas swore it was an accident.
He really, truly, didn't mean to be joking around with Axel as much as he was. And he really, truly, didn't mean to start punching Axel around lightly, pushing the thin man into walls and up against pillars while laughing. He really, truly swore that he hadn't seen Marluxia come around the corner and really, truly, didn't mean to - in that exact instance - shove Axel forward as hard as he could.
A yelp echoed throughout the room as Axel tripped forward a few steps, unwillingly crashing into Marluxia.
Roxas found himself blushing slightly - ever so slightly - as he noticed their lips were touching, Axel supporting almost all his weight against Marluxia's chest.
Both men looked faintly surprised for a moment, til Axel realized the shooting, unbearably painful throbbing that erupted in his lower leg. He cried out, falling backwards on the ground with a 'THUMP' as his backside his the cold marble floor. Roxas stifled a laugh, hiding his grinning face from Number Eleven.
Crossing his arms Marluxia raised a brow while looking down on Number Eight, the latter currently screaming out cusswords and clutching his lower leg tightly. He made no attempt to lean down, or help the man in any way.
"Might wanna do something about that broken ankle of yours."
