"Roxas."
"What?"
"What in the hell does that say?"
"Don't insult my handwriting, you bastard."
"It's not your handwriting. It's his." He gestured to Saïx, sitting at the front of the room at his desk, half hidden behind his computer.
"What are you talking about?"
Axel turned in his seat, facing Roxas and moving close enough to him to make him flinch.
"I. Can't. Freaking. Read. The board."
"Maybe you need glasses," Roxas retorted, pushing him away.
"Can you see this in glasses?" The redhead gestured to his face.
"It'd be funny."
"I hate you."
"Axel, you love me."
"Shut up."
A few seconds of silence passed. Then:
"Are you going to read that to me or not?"
"It says, 'Axel is an idiot'."
"You asshole."
He shoved Roxas's shoulder, and the blond tried not to laugh.