The Beginning...

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Axel steps through a black portal that spreads open out of thin air. He raises a hand to push his hood back, revealing bright red, spiky hair before looking around warily and throwing the brown package containing Roxas' new robes onto the table. Grabbing a sea-salt ice cream bar from the freezer, he gracefully plops down on the couch. The couch

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Roxas glances from the scrap of snow white paper to the steel number beside the door. He decides that yes, it is the right address, and crumbles up the said paper, tucking it away into a pocket.

Curling his fingers into a half-fist, he raps smartly on the door, wondering to himself what the invitation was for.

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Axel looks at the clock on the wall once he hears knocking on the door. Right on time. Nobody could accuse Roxas of not being punctual. He gets up and walks over to the door, making sure the ice cream isn't dripping on his robes before throwing the door open.

"Roxas!"

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Roxas starts a bit at the sudden movement and rush of air, but otherwise stands his ground, arching an eyebrow skeptically. His eyes flicker to the sea-salt ice cream for a fleeting moment, before averting to meet Axel's again. He enunciates Axel's name carefully.

"Axel."

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Axel smirks. He could tell that Roxas was covering up some emotion with that standoffish nature.

"Ro-xas," Axel drawls.