Sora had been staring intently at his textbook. He had read the same line over and over again, not able to concentrate for the life of him. As he read 'Montalag Vonstewikus first discovered the smallest of the Destiny Islands as a pinpoint of land on the horizon.' for the eighth time in his head, his gaze wandered off the textbook over to where Roxas was sitting by the window. His hair caught the sunlight perfectly and his face was clear he'd rather be out in it than learning about Montalog Vonstewikus from a teacher who was so old he probably knew him personally.
Sora continued to stare at Roxas, hoping he'd look over and he could catch his attention. He studied his face, his nose, bright blue eyes, all features identical to his own, yet on Roxas they looked different. He was pondering this phenomenon when Roxas finally looked over at him. Sora momentarily forgot what he had been thinking about and just stared until Roxas smiled at him and waved a 'Hello? Earth to Sora!' at him.
Sora blinked a few times and rubbed the back of his head. Wow, he was out of it. He shifted his feet a little. Roxas held up five fingers to Sora. 'Five minutes,' he mouthed, nodding a little. Sora turned and rubbed his nose a little to cover up his laughter, looking at the clock. Roxas hated this class just as much as Sora did.
Two minutes (and counting) until class was out, Sora found himself staring at Roxas' bored features again. How did his hair do that flip thing? Sora was curious. In fact, Sora was curious about a lot of things. Roxas was supposed to be sort of like his other half, but how alike were they really? Was Roxas ticklish in the same spots as him? Did he have THAT birthmark? Did they wear the same size shoe? Did Roxas like Chocolate on top of vanilla ice cream? Sora wanted to know.
Thirty seconds until the end of the school day, Sora decided. He would do whatever it took to quell his curiosity about Roxas. It was like a Science Fair project, and Roxas was the subject.
All the way home from school, Sora bombarded Roxas with questions. "Roxas, do you like cheese?"
"Yep," Roxas replied, adjusting his backpack.
"What about eggs?" Sora pressed.
"Nope," Roxas replied. Especially not sunny side up.
"Have you ever thrown up before?" Seemed kind of random but, hey, it was information.
"No. I hope I don't ever have to, either. You'd better take care of me if I ever get sick." He nudged Sora playfully.
"Of course! I'll rub your back if you throw up, and I'll put a washcloth on your forehead if you have a fever," Sora told him, patting his shoulder. Continuing with the questions. "Do you like uncles?"
"What's an uncle?" Roxas asked casually. He looked over when Sora didn't answer. "What?"
Sora burst out laughing at him. "You're hilarious!"
Roxas frowned at him and immediately put him in a headlock. "Why? What is it?! Are you making fun of me?!"
"No!" Sora said, pulling his head out of Roxas' grip, laughing.
"What's an uncle?!" Roxas demanded, stopping and refusing to go any further before he found out.
Sora winked at him. "Its like saying 'I give up'. You say 'uncle' instead."
"Hmmm…" Roxas replied, as if he didn't quite believe Sora. They continued walking.
Sora continued his interview of Roxas, through their after school snack, and while they were playing video games.
"What your favorite number?" Sora asked, as they button mashed to beat each other at super smash brothers.
"Thirteen," Roxas replied, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Really? How come?" Sora prodded, glancing over at Roxas now and again, causing him to begin losing.
"Oh, gee Sora, I dunno. Maybe it has some personal meaning to me?" Roxas replied sarcastically. He killed Sora's character with a stab of the button and looked over at him. "Why? What's YOUR favorite number, Sora? Huh?"
"TWO!" Sora replied, holding out his fingers to indicate his favorite number. "Because its not too little and not too much. Just enough but not too many!"
Roxas sort of looked at him and sighed. Sora just, made no sense sometimes. "Whatever," Roxas replied, scooting away from Sora on the couch and lying down, using Sora's leg for a headrest. They continued their game and Sora fell silent for a while, thinking over what he wanted to ask Roxas next. He'd gathered a lot of information already, was it time to delve into more personal stuff?
"Hey, how come it takes you so long to take a shower?" Sora asked. That could be pretty personal, right?
"Uhhh…" Roxas replied. Why was Sora asking him so many questions? Was he doing some weird report on him that he refused to tell him about? "Its because I knit entire sweaters while I'm in there," he replied with a smirk.
Sora was quiet for a second. "But it would get wet," he replied.
Roxas felt the urge to hit himself on the forehead with the palm of his hand. "I was joking!"
"Oh," Sora replied. "Well, what's the real answer?!"
"Well…" Roxas started to answer. "Because I like to stand under the water. It feels really good really hot on my back, and shoulders, and neck, and my head. So that takes a while to get bored of," Roxas sort of shrugged the best he could while lying down.
"And?" Sora prodded him in the shoulder. It couldn't take forty five minutes for water to get on you. Though he was having a hard time getting the image of Roxas in the shower out of his head, which he blamed on Roxas for such a precise account of what he did in the shower. (Even though Sora had asked.)
Roxas sighed a little. "And," he went on, slaughtering Sora's character because he seemed to not be paying attention any longer, "Then I wash my hair. Which takes a long time. Doesn't it take a long time to wash your hair?"
"No," Sora replied flatly. You put the shampoo in, rub, and rinse it out. Nothing to it.
Roxas shrugged again. "Guess I just have nicer hair than you," he decided.
"Do not," Sora argued.
"Fine. Believe what you want," Roxas replied, forgetting Sora and putting the game on one player.
Sora put down his controller and vaguely pouted at Roxas' head in his lap. He did NOT have better hair. He had a weird cowlick. Sora ran his fingers through it just to make sure, following the flow of Roxas' hair, in an odd swirl and off to one side. It was really soft between his fingers. He had a mischievous idea to push all of his hair the other way, and when he did, Roxas' whole body shivered.
Sora cracked a grin and did it again. Roxas shuddered. "Stooop," he half-complained. "Be nice if you want to play with my hair."
"I'm nice," Sora replied, putting his fingers back in Roxas' hair. Because it went in a certain direction, Sora could comb his fingers through it, not like his own hair which was difficult to manage. Even when he tried to hold the flip on Roxas' hair down, it sprung back up as soon as he let go.
Sora pressed his fingers experimentally into Roxas' scalp and he sighed a little. He did it again, producing yet another sigh. Sora gently massaged the base of his skull, causing Roxas to hum quietly. It was interesting, when he made these little noises. Sora made a point to hit all the spots Roxas seemed to like. After a while, his character stopped moving on the screen.
"Roxas?" Sora asked quietly, but there was no response. Sora listened closely to his even breathing, and watched his shoulder rise and fall. Roxas was loosely clutching the controller but his hand had dropped onto the ground.
Sora sighed and rolled his eyes, settling back into the couch. Guess it was naptime.