[That's good enough for Axel; he waves a hand with an emphatically murmured 'Heal!' and there's a glimmer of green around Sora's frame. Axel watches a moment until the light fades, like maybe he's worried it won't work, then sighs. He's never been very good with restorative magic. Every other type came rather naturally to him, though Fire and all its adaptations are obviously his forté, but white magic always sort of evaded him. He was usually quick enough on a strategic advance to the rear to avoid significant injury, but it troubled him sometimes to think that he was so good at inflicting damage but rather inept at reversing it.
[Well, anybody Axel really inflicts damage on probably deserves it, so there.
[He looks a little puzzled when Sora thanks him then, and shakes his head. There's really nothing to thank him for. Sora made the effort to explain himself, after all--all Axel had done was listen and trip him up with a trick question. Maybe that was the point, though; maybe it was always about listening. He had deigned to bend an ear when he really had no obligation to do so--maybe he should have tried listening more a long time ago. Maybe if he'd listened to Roxas he could have avoided a lot of, well, heartache.
[Bah, now he's getting wistful and sentimental and that just won't do. He shakes his head and waves a hand dismissively.]
No, dude, seriously, I suck at white magic; don't thank me.
[And before Sora can protest that that wasn't what he was talking about (and Axel at least knows Sora well enough to know that wasn't what he was talking about) there's a bloom of dark energy and suddenly they're surrounded by a herd of... uhm...
[Axel looks down at the cake that has been deposited unceremoniously in his lap and then turns a befuddled eye to Sora.]
Friends of yours? [He plucks one of the slices of cake from his lap and examines it. Ooh, strawberry frosting? Even Winner seems interested, stretching her neck forward to sniff experimentally at the pastry. Axel sort of nudges her back a bit and frowns.] Is it safe to eat this or will I turn green and grow a tail or something...? [Hey, around here that's always a possibility.]
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[Well, anybody Axel really inflicts damage on probably deserves it, so there.
[He looks a little puzzled when Sora thanks him then, and shakes his head. There's really nothing to thank him for. Sora made the effort to explain himself, after all--all Axel had done was listen and trip him up with a trick question. Maybe that was the point, though; maybe it was always about listening. He had deigned to bend an ear when he really had no obligation to do so--maybe he should have tried listening more a long time ago. Maybe if he'd listened to Roxas he could have avoided a lot of, well, heartache.
[Bah, now he's getting wistful and sentimental and that just won't do. He shakes his head and waves a hand dismissively.]
No, dude, seriously, I suck at white magic; don't thank me.
[And before Sora can protest that that wasn't what he was talking about (and Axel at least knows Sora well enough to know that wasn't what he was talking about) there's a bloom of dark energy and suddenly they're surrounded by a herd of... uhm...
[Axel looks down at the cake that has been deposited unceremoniously in his lap and then turns a befuddled eye to Sora.]
Friends of yours? [He plucks one of the slices of cake from his lap and examines it. Ooh, strawberry frosting? Even Winner seems interested, stretching her neck forward to sniff experimentally at the pastry. Axel sort of nudges her back a bit and frowns.] Is it safe to eat this or will I turn green and grow a tail or something...? [Hey, around here that's always a possibility.]