#blueeyedkidd

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“Guess what time of the year it iiiiiis.” Roxas chimed, waltzing into the living room and plopping himself on the couch, but mostly in Axel’s lap.

Mainly his freshly shaven legs.

“It going to be a beautiful seventy degrees for the rest of the week.” He continued with a grin, laying all the way back against the rest of the couch with a happy hum.

It was a good thing Axel kept his books laying everywhere but his lap when he read. Book, well more of a binder of thick embossed pages really, was momentarily forgotten on the arm of the couch as legs were welcomed - not like he had a say in the matter but - fondly to his lap. Resting a hand on one of them, the smoothness did not go unnoticed. 

“Someone’s excited,” he teased, like he was any less enthusiastic ha, drawing little circles onto the newly hairless skin with a finger. “Picnic in the park t’ celebrate?”

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Axel woke to a bustling, from the kitchen he decided after a lazy stretch. 4:52 PM his phone told him in a it’s quiet robotic voice when he fished it from between the couch cushions to check the time. That was almost a three hour nap he’d had.. Oh well. He was 25 now, he deserved a nice birthday nap with very pleasant dreams.

Slow to wake fully, the redhead sat up almost ten minutes later, Avi sliding down into his lap with soft murr. A hand scrubbed the sleep from curious eyes as he peeked over the back of the couch, vaguely making out his favorite sunflower blur across the flat. Unfocused eyes watched for sometime, a fond smile upturning dry lips when he recognized the sound of his boyfriend’s hushed singing. “Smells good, love,” his voice was still gravelly with sleep.

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A certain something had been burning a hole in the pocket of every pair of pants he’d worn and bag he’d carried in the past year. Fiddled between deft fingers so often he’d probably tarnished the fine metal. Dropped on his face more times than he could count as Roxas had walked in on him trying to see it’s color; gold just wouldn’t do, Roxas didn’t like gold.

Time spent reading with the blond tucked under his arm doing his own thing on the couch was always time well enjoyed but both had a habit of getting ansty after too many nice afternoons cooped up in the flat. So when Roxas had tapped on his headphones and slipped them off to ask what they should do with their day off, Axel had suggested they walk to the park, “S'not s'posed t’ rain til later an’ a lit'le birdy told me the swings ‘ave been missin’ ya.”

He’d even let the blond put sunscreen on his face so he wouldn’t have to be seen with the redhead and one of his ridiculous hats. “Not this time bubbies. S'too hot for ya anyway,” Axel cooed at Cas and Anya as they tried to get out the doorway where he waited, “Ready t’ go love?”

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#Of course they're mine#Like I'm gonna wear Ax's plain ass boxers

//grumbles something along the lines of I could just not wear any if you think they’re so damn boring

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Now all I can see is Ax finally catching on to those two and huffing about excuse you I took great care in stealing those mugs from the cafe and Rooooox where's the one my dipshit cousin sent me. 

One day Mar is going to come home and find that - after tripping over his couch cause shit that was like 5 inches to the left last time I was here what the hell - Axel has stolen all the mugs. All of them. Because he couldn't tell some of them apart revenge and just there where the mugs were is a note that Mar can't even begin to read. And Rox's Perry the Platypus bedroom slippers cause this is war and you are both the enemies, you traitorous mug exchangers.

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#Picture Mar giving this to Ax#Ax squints and attempts to read it#Rox just leans over his shoulder#and starts laughing hysterically#Mar winking at the both of them does nothing to help

...Ya both, suck.

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"Alright you, it's bedtime." Roxas muttered softly, nudging his boyfriend that was half way curled up in his lap. "You've gone and gotten yerself a headache and my throat's startin' to bother me." A hand was ran through limp spikes, "Head onto bed and I'll bring ya yer meds?" He questioned softly, dog earring the page he was on in one of Ax's psych books that he was reading to the other.

“But it was just gettin’ t’ the best paaart,” the whine was incredibly half hearted and maybe just a bit delusional from the pain pulsing in the back of his skull. A barely nod was given before Axel was getting up slowly, cradling Avi in his arms instead of setting the feline aside. He was already curled up in bed, shirt off other then the long sleeve that he could be bothered to get completely off his arm before his world had started spinning.

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He knows. He knows you two are being sick without him. He is highly offended. He ate a whole zucchini. The whole thing. And he was still offended.