[ There’s sand crunching underfoot; and in the silence left behind in the absence of the once-rolling tide, Axel hears exactly when those steps stop, prompting him to turn.
It’s him.
And at that realization, paused waves crash once again with thunderous applause for that conclusion. Or rather, the presumption, at least. He could be a data mockup; a projection; someone who used to call him his best friend. But he doesn’t want to think about that right now. Moreover, he really can’t.
No matter what their last conversation was like, he can’t help his own visible, reflexive responses -- the way his expression seems almost to melt somehow at the sight of Roxas, brows lifting, recognition sweeping across his features just ahead of a soft sort of fondness.
He's not dressed as Axel might've presumed he would be, and it's that, more than anything else, that prompts a moment of clarification before proceeding further. He stops short where he stands on the beach, bending forward some at the waist with arms outstretched. ]
You... do remember me, right?
[ A visible blink -- not unlike one disbelieving of their own eyes -- precedes a comment perhaps a bit more expected. ]
fyi, app is in btw. coughs.
It’s him.
And at that realization, paused waves crash once again with thunderous applause for that conclusion. Or rather, the presumption, at least. He could be a data mockup; a projection; someone who used to call him his best friend. But he doesn’t want to think about that right now. Moreover, he really can’t.
No matter what their last conversation was like, he can’t help his own visible, reflexive responses -- the way his expression seems almost to melt somehow at the sight of Roxas, brows lifting, recognition sweeping across his features just ahead of a soft sort of fondness.
He's not dressed as Axel might've presumed he would be, and it's that, more than anything else, that prompts a moment of clarification before proceeding further. He stops short where he stands on the beach, bending forward some at the waist with arms outstretched. ]
You... do remember me, right?
[ A visible blink -- not unlike one disbelieving of their own eyes -- precedes a comment perhaps a bit more expected. ]
Still got it memorized?