i’m pretty sure an actual mattress would be a lot more comfortable / @brieflights
his breath leaves him in a whoosh, shoulders tensing briefly before he catches a flash of white and blond from the corners of his eyes. roxas. lips quirk then, tentative and pleased, eyes shining with an affectionate warmth usually only reserved for occasions such as these, when his friend initiates contact first. it’s still a novelty, really, these friendly touches between them — oh, he’d used to initiate often enough before, but they’d never quite held this level of gentleness. there’s a part of him, a small part buried deep that still somehow expects roxas to attack him, to let out that anger lea had been so sure he’d be feeling, but …
well, until that day comes he’ll gladly accept this instead.
“ hello to you too, man, “ he twists his head to the side, snorting at the grumble of protest he feels vibrating through his back. “ oh, how i’ve been? peachy, really, just mindin’ my own business until some useless lump of dead weight came and decided to use me as a makeshift pillow, how ‘bout you? “ roxas grumbles again, louder this time, retaliating in leaning onto him even more, his friend’s weight now bearing him down, forcing him to balance his own on his knees using his arms. a sneaky finger pokes lea between the ribs, making him twitch, followed by a noise of protest. “ hey, hey now. i haven’t thrown you off because i’m nice like that, but i won’t be held responsible for my actions is ya keep that up, buddy. what’s up anyway? thought you were gonna spend the day with xion? “
