038 - Dates
Roxas had just managed to get himself settled in one of the overstuffed chairs of the library with a good book - it had taken him awhile to find one. Sighing, the boy flicked through the pages in content, grateful for the savory quiet that fell throughout the room.
And then the door banged open.
He saw the bright spikes of Axel's hair and groaned slightly, not really in the mood for his boyfriend's energetic nature, though he didn't say anything.
"Guess what today is?"
Roxas thought about it carefully. It wasn't there anniversary, which was sometime next month. It wasn't Axel's birthday, sometime in July. It also wasn't his own birthday, also next month. There were no other important dates that he could think of. "I don't know," he said boredly, thinking if he gave in quickly he'd leave him back to his book.
"It's our day," Axel said with a grin, leaning down and cuddling his face into the blonde's neck. Roxas glanced over at him.
"Axel, our anniversary's next month."
"No!" the redhead said, straightening and sitting down next to the object of his affections. "It's August 13th."
"What's August 13th?" Roxas asked, confused.
"What month of the year is August?" Axel continued, beginning to beam.
"...Eighth..." Roxas told him, not sure where this could go.
"What's today?"
"The thirteenth..." He still looked lost. Axel sighed and shook his head, standing up and ruffling the blonde's cowlick.
"It's 8-13, dumby." And then he whisked away. Roxas had a new appreciation for Axel's clinginess after that
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