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And It Washes Away All My Memories Of You

[Roxas had begun to believe that the desires of those whom stayed here brought forth the creation of more than merely the edible. Everyone was making their own 'places.'

He'd not been aware of a beach-front area being behind that set of doors before, yet since rumors of someone's venture out here reached his ears, Roxas had wanted to return and confirm it. Now that Roxas is sitting little more than a foot-length from the frothing sea's tide....he can only assume that suspicion was true.

As was his second that the ocean led no where. After making it short ways out, trudging into the surf, the youth was instantly transported to the shore-line and his seated position in the blink of an eye. As if that had never happened....minus the very drenched condition he was sporting. Funny how reality bent so much, but never really added up, here.]

...What's the sense in creating someplace perfect for your desires, when the location isn't what matters?

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[ this is crazy, walking around after this kid everywhere. Axel feels like a parent with how close he keeps his eyes on Roxas. whenever he disappears or wanders, Axel has a miniature heart attack and goes on what he figures is a wild goose chase.

but miraculously he finds Roxas again, but can't do anything to help the state he's in. why would he think of bringing a towel? ]

I guess you like the beach?

[ he's got his hands in the pockets of a dark green sweatshirt. a school sweatshirt clearly, with the school name and the gruff mascot on the front and back. ]

[Head turns and the rest of Roxas follows, instinctively taking a go at trying to spy whomever is calling out.]

It's...sort of nice.

[Gestures with his shoulders to suggest a trailing off upon that subject before raising eyes overhead to the atmosphere of sun, surf and sky.]

After being inside for so long, the change of pace can't hurt.

[ the sweatshirt is worn; Axel must favor it over other sweatshirts. it's thinned enough for him to feel comfortable with the sun beating down. ]

I haven't been to the beach in a long time.

[ he abandoned shoes a while ago. how he's favoring sand between his toes. ]

Any reason, or- don't like it too much?

[Takes in the attire as Roxas stands, brushing wet sand from himself while slowly working his way over towards Axel.]

Hm?
...What's your shirt say?

It's college versus vacation. I have to work for what I want.

[ waits for him; maybe even takes a step or two toward him. ]

Don't worry about it. It's an old high school sweatshirt.

Family must be so proud of your dedication.
It's admirable.

[Roxas is soon close enough to inspect the logo, and his finger hovers upon the inscription it's read. Though he gleans a vague and assumptive understanding, the following notion still dwells upon his mind, along with a small grin.]

Are you naturally a secretive guy, or is everything 'hush hush' as a fall-back from playing the mysterious card around girls?

[Addendum, via his uncertainty.]

Because they like that kind of thing.
...I...think.

I'm not mysterious. I'm a really open guy.

[ shrugs his shoulders. he's awfully calm today. ]

Girls like me no matter how I am.

Not always.
I never found out what your thesis was on...an-

[Cut off by that last retort. Sways a little from side to side as if sea-sick and bored simultaneously, emphasizing each word with his tilt to show a feigned impatience in hearing something Roxas likely expected.]

Yes yes...
I'm sure they do.

[Has no interest in Axel's harem, and instead is lightly pulling him towards the surf with one hand.]

[ he's not dressed for a day in the water, so his first reaction is to plant his feet firmly in the sand. he's wearing a new pair of Bermuda shorts! ]

What are you doing?

[And that gets a graceful stumble, which might have been worse if Roxas didn't have someone's arm to steady himself on.]

A-ah...

Well.

[Thumb is jerking towards the water as he wears an expression of someone who -almost- got away with something, but was busted in the last nanosecond. Particularly blessed with articulation around the other, whom...intimidates him. Just a smidgen. Yeah.]

[ Axel must be bipolar, what with how quickly his mood changes. what a ham. ]

But I don't wannaaa!

[ whines and moans, arm limp to stop Roxas from pulling him. he wants to run into the water, but his new shorts... he knows he'll give in and join Roxas, but he wants to make a scene first. ]

[This...is new. Roxas truly looks like someone had just walked over his grave... or we could go with the 'deer in headlights' cliche. Whichever works.]

...That's okay! You don't have to.

[If Axel acts like a child he's going to get treated like one. Got forbid, Roxas somewhat -believes- the fit and attempts to console him. Anything to rescue the boy from feeling like the adult with Axel of all people. That line alone is quickly eroding the fragile fabric of his sanity.]

Whatever you want.

[ aww. he's feeling nice today; mellow even, so he drops the act. Roxas is catching on too quickly. ]

All right, let's go.

[He should be a little more shocked, but the reminder of whom Roxas is dealing with permits the youth to simply shrug these events off and crosses over the barrier between earth and sea. He assumes the elder will follow.]

[ follow he does, though he doesn't dare go further than where the water reaches his knees. he's happy standing there, looking down at his toes. ]

It's nice.

[All big dopey grins. There have been precious few moments where Roxas has been acknowledged as right; so this little victory is worth gloating over. And he can't help but enjoy the elements a bit more in the process....preferring to be as immersed as possible while remaining beside the other. They can't get too far out, so he's content to sit; head tilting back enough to wet his hair every once in a while.

Hands are -not- girlishly in his lap this time. Promise.]

Yeah, I think so.

You're going to mess up your clothes.

[ it's affection speaking. he doesn't really care though. the water is too nice not to sit in. but he still won't dare it. ]

I should bring Kairi here.

It's-..

[Biting his tongue in continuing on at those last words; unsure of how to even supply a response for a good long while. Eventually something works it's way into the air around them.]

If she's here...then it shouldn't be a problem.

[ wonders why he takes so long in finishing, and jumps to a conclusion. ]

I'm not leaving you for her.

.....

[Roxas is underwater right now, please leave a message after the beep. All this is because he'd quickly sunk into a nearly submerged position with some overwhelming cause embarrassment. Eventually he surfaces with a small cough, fingers working the salt water out of his temporarily blind eyes....which apparently take three hours to repair.]

Okay. That's fine with me..

[ has an overwhelming urge to hold his head under the water again. ]

Did you even hear me?

[It's slow to show itself at first, but Roxas does eventually allow Axel to see the awkward and half uncertain smile he's wearing; even if the majority is obscured by hands that are still..supposedly..chasing away saltwater from his eyes with errant wipes.]

Yeah.
It's- just weird.

Hearing you say what I..kind of hope you would.

[ honestly, looking after Roxas is a nightmare. but his awkwardness is endearing and Axel is a softie, so he survives. ]

It's because I'm getting to know you better than before.

[There's nothing he can say to that, really. This is likely the happiest he's been in...well, as long as he can remember. Feeling so appreciated is going to take some getting used to if Roxas is not going to have a fit each time. But that'll be tackled later. For now he turns the subject to Axel, and the elder's atypical intolerance towards the sea rising anywhere above knees. Most would be frolicking and splashing away- not merely standing as if it were barely tolerated.]

Axel..
Are you not very fond of deep water?

[ looks down at his shorts, stopping below his knees, then looks at Roxas again. he almost mentions how new his clothing is, but catches how girly it is to whine about new shorts. Axel doesn't want to mess them up, but he wants to swim too. ]

Find me a pair of trunks and I'll get out there.

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