Take that, bottle blond. Nobody was replacing him. Not now, not ever. He wasn’t bitter about having an exact look alike of him running around. No, not at all. "Better not be getting rid of me." Or Ventus might take a trip off the edge of the mysterious tower. "I’m glad to see you haven’t changed one bit though. Same annoying catchphrase, same annoying voice, same attractive face."
❝I don't think you'd let me get rid of you even if I wanted to.❞ Another ruffle in an attempt to soothe whatever nerves Roxas still held. There was no way he'd actually get rid of him, or even try to replace him. He could see where the worry came from, sure, but still. Axel wouldn't do that. Not to Roxas. Not after everything. Leans down again to kiss the smaller's forehead, and his hand falls back to his side.
❝You haven't changed much either. Seems like you might've gotten a little taller and some decent sleep, though that's about it.❞










