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Axel's hair was dirty. He hadn't washed it in days. Roxas traced his small hands over Axel's hips.
"Roxas.." Axel said huskily, croakily. Not because he was trying to sound seductive or anything, he was just tired and trying his best not to show it. He was really sad and tired. If you put your face right up close to his you could see just how tired he really was. There were large dark circles under the eyes that he had closed.
Roxas pushed his hands through the hair that Axel hadn't washed for a while. It was stiff, messy and a little greasy but mostly beautiful. It smelled like hair and not like shampoo or cologne or conditioner or perfume or even hairspray. Things that neither of them could even begin to afford.
"You're...beautiful." Roxas said, and Axel knew that it meant that Roxas loved him because he was really not. He was the farthest thing from it.
Axel opened his tired eyes to look at Roxas. "Stay with me?"
"Of course."
Roxas hoped that he always could.
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My inspiration died. yay hooray that's why this sucks. yaaaay.
review or die. Dx