"Ah, you know, you've got me there," he says, laughing softly again. "Roxas slept for a few weeks one time, I had to keep chasing the Dusks out of his room, 'cuz they would come in and draw on his face with mar--"

Axel stops short, pausing in his steps for a moment, and then exhales audibly. He really hadn't meant to say all of that. Sora wasn't Roxas, and he knew that, but he really did feel like Roxas, and somehow that just made Axel feel like... well, like feeling, or something. Ugh, it's so confusing. It really doesn't make any sense. Just because Sora is Roxas' other half doesn't mean he should automatically just be friends with him, so why is Sora so easy to talk to?

Okay, regroup.

"Anyway," he says, clearing his throat awkwardly, "obviously we need to have a nap contest sometime. We can discuss terms later."

He can't help but laugh again as Sora recoils from the tray of bizarre food as it passes them by, but he really does hope there's some normal-ish food to be had. He meets Sora's eye and raises his brows.

"I'm all for having ice cream," he says, "but if you're actually hungry you should probably eat something substantial first. Ice cream's great, but it ain't exactly a meal, got it memorized?"