Question of the Chappie: Are you scared of dying?
Written off of prompt #43 Dying.
Axel glanced over his shoulder at his blond companion. "Why should I?"
"Because."
"That's not a very good answer, Roxie…"
"I don't seem to care. Just get over here. Please, Axel?"
"… Fine," the redhead said with a sigh. He pushed himself up off the grass (dandelion stems tumbling from his lap as he did so) and waltzed over to Roxas. "What's up?"
"A cat."
"… Eh?"
The shorter boy rolled his eyes and pointed upwards at the little kitten, the singer's eyes followed his finger and understanding dawned on him. "So what?"
"So it could die up there or fall or something. You're going to help me get it down, whether you like it or not."
"It's a cat, Roxie. It can get down on its own. And really, what makes you think I'd help you get the thing down anyway?"
"Because I said so." Roxas glowered at him.
And that look was just way too murderous for Axel (he didn't really want to die by blond midget) and, with one final glance toward the cat, he hung his head in defeat. "'Kay."