A/N: No real excuse here. At all. But hey! It is happier, right? I'd also like to say that I prefer southern barbeque; beef is yummy, and pork makes me nauseous ='[
Does that make me odd?
For their first date, the movie theatre had an 'accident' with their film roll, and their epic went up in smoke.
Date two left a barbeque shop in cinders and sputtering embers. The entire city smelled of burnt cow and timber for a week.
Three went smoothly: just-right marshmallows on a stick and acoustic j-rock by a fellow attendee. Until the park ranger explained to the group why bonfires were illegal in the area. During a state-wide burn-ban.
Part four was canceled, because the next day the park was aflame, and everyone knows you can't have a tour in a flaming forest. Roxas was not amused.
The fifth and sixth dates were total busts, as Axel was on the run for arson. Roxas had turned him in after his bushed lay in ruins the night he slept through Axels incessant text-fest.
Axel though it was cute in a hard-to-get kind of way.
Roxas didn't care and replanted in his now spare time.
The time limit on what would've been date eight was pretty slim.
Axel looked good in orange, and Roxas told him so.
Axel explained why he looked better without orange.
Roxas found that comment relatively inappropriate.
The chaperon had to excuse himself to find a tissue for his severe nose hemorrhaging.
Axel requested a congical visit.
Roxas recommended ropeless soap instead.
Ninth time was not the charm.
Axel initiated phone sex.
He was Denied.
But not for long.
Ten through twelve lasted through the trial and acquittal.
Lack of evidence and a withdrawn testimony will do that.
And on the XIIIth date the deal was sealed when Demyx came home to find that beloved roommate Roxas really dug Axel in orange jumpsuits. A lot.
Demyx had to buy a new bed.
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