There's a lethality in boredom, and said lethalness was rearing its ugly-ass head on that early Saturday morning. Normally, Axel would've been fine with taking in the solitary dawn, maybe stare at a few singing birds on the patio, cook an egg and then lie to Roxas about whether or not he'd eaten anything so he could guiltlessly eat again when he woke up, but not that morning -- no. He was restless, and entertaining himself was apparently not going to be an option no matter what, so he decided to be a piece of shit. "Roxas!" His voice echoed throughout the house, and there was no answer. He wasn't surprised, but he was irrationally irked. How dare Roxas not pay attention to him when he needed him to the most? "Roxas!" Axel shoved back his chair and strode toward the stairs. He was on a mission. On the kind of mission that prompted him to ignore the whispering spirits pawing at him as he made a beeline toward the upstairs master suite. Once there, he threw open the door, stepped into the dark cave-like space and then proceeded to reach toward the seemingly disembodied pair of feet poking out from beneath a rumpled mountain of blankets. "Good morning, sunshine of my life!" He heaved with all his might, pulling Roxas from beneath his burrowed hidey-hole. "The days has begun, I'm about to cook breakfast and you are as beautiful as ever -- if not more than ever!" He dropped Roxas' feet and proceeded to climb onto the mattress, suddenly plopping his ass on the small of Roxas' back and beginning a smooth jazz rendition of Katy Perry's "California Girls" except every 'girl' was replaced with 'boy.' The singing progressively grew louder, on the verge of becoming operatic, as he leaned over and dragged the side of his face along the back of the blond's cowlick coated skull.












