Title: Roxas Hates Phones (Drabble)
Genre: Kingdom Hearts, AU
Rating: PG14
Pairings: Axel/Roxas
Inspiration: Why Roxas Avoids Axel's Calls (see my DA)
Note: From a random plotbunny.
Roxas leaned against the cool glass of the window, staring out over the city, a grey phone in hand. "Yes.. yes, Axel... I can see the fire from here." The blond shifted and frowned, "Yes..." He gave a long-suffering sigh, "AND the helicopters.." There was another pause, and a further stretch of the frown marring the boy's face, "No, I don't want to know how many sheep it took."
He ran a hand through the dirty blond spikes, "...No, I don't believe that the moogle punched you first." Roxas nudged the butt of his sniper rifle with his heel, "No.. I don't think you'll be allowed back in that movie theater."
The boy rested his elbows on the window's frame, "No... Look--.. No, I don't care how nice it is, trade Demyx back." With a half-groan, he leaned his head on his hands, needlessly squashing his phone against his ear, the small paopu charm jingling against his fingers, "Look... Just give the phone to Zexion so you can use both hands."
There was another pause and he closed his eyes as his lips twisted further into a scowl, "Axel... Are you inside the laundromat dryer, now?" Blue eyes opened slowly, "Hm... I don't really blame him for that.." Roxas rolled his eyes in their sockets to stare at the sky as if pleading for it to strike him down, "That's only if you ingest it... Did you ingest it?"
Roxas's scowl deepened "...I see."