[Axel folds one hand across his abdomen and looks as though he's attempting to assess the current state of his blood sugar or something, then looks at Roxas.] I dunno, sometimes my metabolism runs away with me; I'm feeling a little woozy. I skipped breakfast so I could sleep in...

[And then he laughs so Roxas doesn't get the idea he's actually being serious. While it's true he skipped breakfast, he's not actually going to pass out or anything. That would be lame. He does nab a chair, though, and plunks down backwards in it, folding his arms across the back and peering at Roxas.]

So how's it feel to be a real-live grownup? [Well. In a manner of speaking. It's still weird to think he's only like... two. Or three. Or however long he's actually been here--he's definitely not actually seventeen and that still kind of blows Axel's mind. The process of becoming a Nobody isn't really an exact science anyway, but Roxas's situation had always sort of left him scratching his head.

[Oh well. Roxas may lack a more orthodox history, but he's no poorer for it, in Axel's opinion. Who needs to dwell on a missing past when there's a whole future to plan for, right?]