Sorry for being so late, guys. D: I've been having a bit of writer's block, and I've been trying to think up the next chapter for Dolce seeing as I haven't updated it in like, two months. And I promised CursedAngelofHeaven a dark!fic featuring SoraRiku because she answered a question on Dolce. And I've been writing this RenoCloud drabble challenge fic, and a 100 sentences challenge fic for Zemyx... yeah. I'm pretty bogged down. D: And don't even get me STARTED on school work...
Seriously. High school's a bitch.
Anyways, sorry to bore you with my life story. 8D This one's written off of prompt #72 Mischief Managed.
Axel grinned as he followed Roxas down the stairs, thinking that he wasn't sorry at all and had enjoyed his little adventure quite a lot, if only for the pleasure of seeing the blonds' face redden.
Of course, half-naked Roxas was rather exciting.
Mischief managed, if he wanted to borrow a quote from a fairly popular book. Which he did.
"Come on, what are you doing?'
"Huh?" The redhead jerked his head up in surprise; he had been so engrossed in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed walking outside. Now he was just standing there, looking like a complete idiot, while Roxas sat in the passenger seat of his car, tapping his foot in a very displeased way.
"Axel, hurry up! I'm huuuungry…"