Bad date⎢OPEN!
Axel opened his eyes to a very dark, empty Grey Room and a horrible crick in his neck. Groaning, he rubbed at the sore spot and took a cursory glance at his phone.
Jesus…no way it’s 2 am.
Roxas had gone to bed hours before, and Xion…where was Xion? He sifted through his memories of the clocktower the day before.
“You’re going on a date, Xion?” – Roxas, sounding curious but worried.
“Don’t sound so surprised!” – Xion, giving him a playful smack on the shoulder.
Of course. Some joker had slipped Xion his number during a mission, after watching her hood fall back in the wind. Even Axel had been caught off-guard as he watched her short black hair flying in all directions, the wind making her eyes even dewier than normal.
Huh.
As he loped off toward his bedroom, he started a very sleep-addled text to Xion: “Howie the date gong? Need a scrape gore?" Before he could add anything else, however, Axel recognized the sound of her light footsteps falling in his direction. With a yawn, he picked up the pace to find out what she’d made of the chum.
