Tehehe. –giggles- Thanks so much for the reviews, everybody! I feel loved. –grins like an idiot- I reeeally like this one a lot...it makes me laugh. The mental picture I got was PRICELESS. XD
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Theme: Uniform
Rating: T
If there was one thing Roxas abhorred more than anything in the world, it was laziness.
Given his reasons, it was completely understandable. He had grown up in the slums with two little brothers and a sister without a mother. His 'father'—and he used that term very loosely—was a drunkard and rarely worked, always sitting his lazy ass on the couch during the day, beer in hand, and spent his nights at the bars. This forced Roxas to grow up rather fast, working constantly to support his struggling family.
Little by little he had pushed himself through, and at nineteen, was the youngest person to co-own a rather famous and successful bank in the company's history. If he had anything, it was definitely work ethic.
Which was more than could be said for his live-in boyfriend...
Well, Roxas couldn't really complain about Axel, since the redhead did have a job, which was better than his than his lowlife, good-for-nothing father had ever done, even if Axel's job did require him sitting on his ass all day.
Axel was a freelance writer for a very small magazine, meaning that his job wasn't very steady, he just basically wrote when he felt like it, and the magazine company paid him a small sum for his articles—emphasis on the word 'small'. The so-called 'salary' that Axel was paid didn't even begin to cover the expenses in their lush one-bedroom apartment, so Roxas was usually stuck paying for most of the expenses.
He wouldn't have minded—it was nice being able to pay for things without worrying, after all—except for the fact it had been six friggin' months since Axel had even submitted anything to the magazine! And as far as Roxas could tell, he wasn't even writing on a regular basis!
Laziness. The blond could spot it from a mile away. It was definitely time to do something about it. Better sooner than later, he quickly realized, when he came home one day to find Axel sprawled out on the floor, a pillow covering his face — to muffle his snoring, no doubt.
Roxas heaved a sigh and kicked the pillow off Axel's face. "Get up, you idiot."
A loud, rumbling snore was his reply.
"GET UP!"
"GAHHH!" Axel sat straight up, his skinny arms somehow managing to fly and smack Roxas in the chest. He shook his head and quickly regained use of his limbs, smiling sheepishly. "Uh...hey Roxas! How goes it?"
Blue eyes narrowed in reply, accompanied by crossed arms and a tapping foot. Axel shrieked at the top of his lungs and stood up, running around the apartment like a total...well, crazy person. It didn't help since Roxas had figured out a long time ago that Axel was all but legally insane, so running around like a dumbass certainly didn't help the blond from thinking otherwise.
"Shut up for a second," Roxas said, holding out his hand to stop Axel in his tracks as he was about to run into the other. Green eyes widened for a moment, and then quickly narrowed into a smirk.
"What's up, Roxas?" Axel asked, putting on his best 'I'm sweet and innocent' voice, even though he knew damn well nothing like that worked on his man.
"We need to talk about your lack of job."
"I have a job!" Axel ran into his work area and grabbed a bunch of papers covered in oh-so-formal Times New Roman font. Roxas snatched the papers and quickly scanned them over, only to smack them back into his boyfriend's skinny chest.
"Those are the articles you showed me months ago!" Roxas growled, about to tear his spiky hair out in frustration.
"Good memory," the redhead muttered before looking up with big, wide green eyes, hoping to get out of a lecture.
...Ha! In his dreams.
"Axel..." Roxas heaved a sigh and rested his forehead in the palm of his hand. "You need a job. I don't care what kind of job, just something that pays money. I'm sick of constantly taking care of every single bill here, and you have to start contributing at least something."
"I can't help it!" the pyro cried, throwing his arms in the air for dramatic flourish. "My Muse is asleep! It left me for so long, leaving me to nothing, I tell you! Nothing!"
Roxas was unfazed by the babbling. "I don't care. Next time I see your Muse, I'll give it a swift kick in the toga, because you're not going to be sitting around on your freeloading ass anymore."
Axel winced, feeling a bit hurt at being called a 'freeloader', but quickly brushed it off and skillfully snaked his arms around his boyfriend's neck. "Aw, c'mon Roxas," he murmured, pressing his forehead against the other's. "I'm just stuck in a rut. I promise I'll have something written by the end of the month, okay?"
He leaned forward, intending to capture Roxas's lips in a practiced kiss, but the blond quickly shoved him away, blue eyes narrowing dangerously.
"No way," Roxas growled. "Don't you dare try to sweet-talk your way out of this. You'd better have some kind of legal, paying job by the end of the week, or you're sleeping on the couch from here on out." With that, he spun on his heel and headed towards the kitchen for some dinner, leaving Axel stupefied with his mouth hanging open.
"Aw, damnit."
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The following Friday afternoon, Roxas opened the door to the apartment, heaving a tremendous sigh and headed towards the bedroom to change out of his bothersome work clothes. Luckily Fridays were slow, so he was able to come home several hours early. Even luckier, as far as he could tell, Axel wasn't around so he really could relax. Heck yes.
After awhile, the blond plopped down on the couch, a huge bag of potato chips resting next to him with the remote in his other hand. He was all set to stare blankly at random sitcoms for the next few hours when the doorbell gave a loud, shrill ding-dong!
"Who the hell...?" Roxas muttered, staring at the door in disbelief, remote still in his hand. He looked at the door, back at the remote, and then again at the door. Maybe if he ignored it, they'd go away and he could continue being lazy...yeah, that was a good plan.
Ding-dong!
Or not.
Roxas threw the remote on the couch, gritting his teeth in annoyance. He stomped towards the door, opening it with a large, dramatic flourish and started to yell, "WHAT—" He blinked. "—the hell?" he finished, in a much softer, surprised tone.
There was a giant Moogle at his front door.
He blinked again, blue eyes wide beyond belief. The Moogle just stared back, its hands (paws?) on its hips. It seemed to know him...
"Roxas?" the Moogle said, its voice muffled. But wait a sec, it sounded strangely familiar... "It's me."
Roxas did a double take. "Axel?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's me. Got it memorized?" He waddled into the apartment, clearly not used to being a...Moogle. "Like it? I couldn't get my key out. That's why I rang the bell."
"What...the...?"
"Cid's place downtown needed a mascot. Apparently the real Moogle who used to do this stupid job got promoted or something, so I'm filling in. Cid was the only guy who would hire me."
"Wait, wait, wait," Roxas huffed, waving his arms in confusion. "You got a job?"
"Yeah. I'd really rather not sleep on the couch."
Roxas ignored that last comment. "So, you got a job...as a Moogle mascot."
"Yes." Axel now sounded the slightest bit pissed, and proved it by removing the head of the uniform, a glare crossing his features. "I get to wear this stupid costume and encourage people to buy useless shit, all while saying 'kupo' ten times an hour."
"..."
"You were the one who wanted me to get a job!"
"..."
"Stop looking at me like I'm an idiot! Geez!"
"..."
"WHAT?"
Roxas shook his head and ran a hand through his spiky blond locks, biting his bottom lip to keep from laughing his brains out. Okay, he had wanted his boyfriend to get a job, but as...as a mascot? He'd expected something mundane, like a busboy or a cashier or something stupid.
This was freaking priceless.
Still wearing an uncontrollable grin, he leaned up towards Axel and suddenly kissed him, meaning just to give him a slight peck, but of course Axel would have none of that. The redhead/Moogle gave a grunt of approval and wrapped his furry white arms around Roxas's waist, yanking the younger man against him. Wet, satisfied noises echoed through the otherwise silent apartment, and Roxas let out a needy moan when Axel did that—that thing with his tongue, and if there was any way to describe it, he would have, but his mind was suddenly feeling cloudy.
Roxas grudgingly pulled away from Axel, his hands roaming all over the uniform. After a moment, a frown crossed his face, and he stared up at the redhead's now flushed face.
"Axel..."
"What?" he panted, really wishing that Roxas would just stop talking already.
"...How do you get this thing off?"
Axel grinned deviously, almost smirking. "Well, why don't I show you..." he trailed off suggestively, before the two hightailed it to the bedroom.
From that day forward, Roxas couldn't look at a Moogle without a bright red blush creeping up his face.
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-le gasp- Who knew Moogles could be so darn dirty? ;D
Axel: It WASN'T the Moogles! It was the -bleep-ing costume! RAHHH!
P'shaw, I guess flame-boy's been hanging around Cid too much. xP But anyway...reviews are totally appreciated! I ran out of cookies (I gave them all to Magick, mwhahaha) sooo...cake all around for awesome reviewers! Yay cake! xD