[Uh oh. The kid sounds like he's getting all... emotional. It's always so strange to him when Roxas does that--Nobodies aren't supposed to be able to feel, right? So why is Roxas so darn good at pretending?

[He ruffles Roxas' hair fondly, sending the gold spikes askew.]

Guess I know you pretty well after all, huh?

[Ah, Axel will let him have his way; he's not camera shy. Just expect lots of silly faces.

[He clears his throat then, suddenly a bit awkward; somehow this always feels a bit maudlin to him. He's glad they can have moments like this, but they still make him a little uneasy somehow; he's not sure he'll ever get used to it. Roxas has never been shy about saying what's on his mind, good or bad, but Axel has never been very good at being straightforward or sentimental, and Roxas' penchant for both, however subtle the latter, still throws him off sometimes.]

So. When do we get cake? I mean, since that's what we're really here for anyway...