Axel's gifts are novelties, innocence only outside--Roxas never knows what to do with them.
He cocks an eyebrow, asking, "What's this?"
"Chocolate nail polish," Axel replies, a wink for Roxas' confusion. "To paint your nails, pretty boy."
Opening the bottle, Roxas sniffs thoughtfully...
"I'll do it, for you."
He licks the brush with love.
--
;I own nothing but
words.