Sep 10, 2017
“How did this happen?”
Axel sighed. He had been hoping he could keep his new injuries from Roxas. The kid was too smart for his own good, and always asked way too many questions that Axel was far too tired to answer right now.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, continuing to blot the gash on his cheek with the damp, blood-stained hand towel. The alcohol it had been soaked in finally stopped stinging his wound, which was nice. At least the pain was fading.
“Just a particularly tough heartless, nothing too bad.”
