Roxas wasn't the fastest dresser. He took his time and made sure everything was right with what he was wearing.
And he had a thing for admiring himself in the mirror. It wasn't that he was vain or admired his body; he just had a… thing. There really wasn't any other way to describe it.
Now, had he known that Axel had let himself into the house and was currently sneaking his way up the stairs to Roxas' bedroom; the blond might not have chosen to stand in front of the mirror wearing only a pair of jeans.
But we've already established that Roxas can be a bit dull at times, haven't we?
The redhead let loose a cat call as he spotted the half-naked teen in front of him, causing said half-naked teen to squeak in surprise. "Axel! Out!"
"Aw, I don't wanna get out…" The redhead stuck his bottom lip out, but to no avail. The blond in front of him pushed him out into the hall and slammed the door in his face.