“It’s not-- Oh forget it.” [Axel groans from where he lay. Sora earned it this time; even declared himself the winner already, which is a shame because the assassin had gotten used to peacing out before the kid got a clear victory. His pride would have to take a hit from that but it's all right. For the first time, the motivation of getting better for the sake of just wanting to flits into Axel’s perspective.
Huh, he can’t remember the first time he’s had a thought about that.
Axel staggers back to his feet– ouch, maybe he IS a bit out of shape– and strides up to pat Sora on the shoulder.]
"You must want to be friends pretty bad."
[He can't suck this bad in front of Roxas. He'll have to train up too.]
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Huh, he can’t remember the first time he’s had a thought about that.
Axel staggers back to his feet– ouch, maybe he IS a bit out of shape– and strides up to pat Sora on the shoulder.]
"You must want to be friends pretty bad."
[He can't suck this bad in front of Roxas. He'll have to train up too.]