Question of the Chappie: Ever pepper-spray'd somebody?
Wrten off of prompt #62 Magic.
Axel chuckled, "You do know how cliché and magical-fairy-tale that sounded, right?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Just checking. And hey, I just thought of something."
"What?"
"Where's your mom?"
Roxas' brows furrowed together at the thought of his mom coming through the door to find her son lying on their couch with a random guy. Not a good picture. "I'm pretty sure she's at work."
"Until when?"
"I think she gets out at nine."
"And how will she react to me staying the night?"
"Well, there are two extremes… either she'll fall into 'omigosh-my-baby's-got-himself-a-boyfriend' mode and smother you with hugs and kisses or 'holy-jeezus-it's-a-cradle-robber' mode, where she beats you with her purse and uses her handy dandy can of Mace."
"I really don't know which I'd prefer."