Racing through the front door, Axel makes a strange hop-skip move as he attempts to slow his previous break neck pace down to a walk, the soles of his boots making squeaking noises as he makes his way across the wood floor. He throws the orb he'd just retrieved onto the couch, knowing the crevices of the cushions would halt its decent and keep it
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"Mmmph! Mahhff-ol! Melf!"
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He manages to reduce his laughs into chuckles before walking over to Roxas' slumped figure, reaching down with an arm to try and help haul the blonde up. Couldn't have him lying face down on the floor now. After all, Axel couldn't remember the last time he had cleaned it.
"I'd have to give that a nine-point-five, at least. The curved swan dive at the end was pulled off flawlessly, Ro-xas. Had to shave off the point-five for the nose landing, though," Axel squeezed out between chuckles.
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"Shut it, Axel. 'Sides, it was your fault I fell. I hurried because you sounded almost desperate."
He crosses his arms indignantly, leering.
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"Desperate," Axel repeats with humor. "It's not my fault if you can't even interpret an emergency call from a 'Hey, let's hang out' call. You know, we've got to work on that."
After a few more brushes for good measure, Axel smiles winningly at Roxas and announces, "Let's paint the town red!"
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