Left Behind (Scene 2)

[Naruxel]

.:: Roxas yawned as he finally made his way out into the Grey Area, dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. It sucked how he always had to get up at a specific time in order to get a mission done... Sometimes all he wanted to do was sleep in, like Axel usually did whenever they were given days off. ::. "Nngeh..." .:: he grumbled, seating himself on the gray couch and looking over to the fellow Nobody sitting across from him. ::.

.:: Number X munched on a cereal bar while staring down at the cards placed face-down on the table separating them thoughtfully. A platinum blonde eyebrow raised as he noticed he was being watched. Blue eyes met blue eyes, and the bearded character's lips twitched upward into a smirk. ::. "Can I help you?"

.:: Roxas could hardly function; his head felt a little spacey. ::. "Can I... have some of that?" .:: He needed food, and he didn't care what kind it was. ::.

.:: Luxord nodded absentmindedly, breaking off a piece of his breakfast bar and handing it over to the kid. ::. "Y'know... Saïx paired you off with Axel for your mission today."

.:: Number XIII nibbled on the piece of food, staring at, well through, Luxord into space and not really paying any attention to him until his best friend's name left his lips. He jumped in place, eyes wide as he quickly spoke up. ::. "Axel?? Where is he, then??"

"He already left." .:: The platinum blonde replied simply, a small grin on his face as he stroked his beard. ::. "He's probably waiting for you somewhere in Twilight Town right now..."

"Wha--" .:: Roxas stared in disbelief, his mind reeling again except with the accusation of "He left me behind!!" echoing in his head continually. His lips slowly formed a pout before he chomped on the rest of the cereal bar and then headed out, mumbling. ::. "Why'd he go without me??"

.:: Luxord chuckled, picking up one of the cards lying on the table with narrow eyes. ::. "Ah-hah... Looks like a naughty little Joker has found its way into my deck again..."

[Saxon]

Roxas paused for a moment, feeling overwhelmed with frusteration, the older man's calm not helping much, he turned angrilly, prepared to storm off to who knows where, but he found himself running into something very large and solid. He blinked confusedly, feeling as though he just ran head on into a tree.

"Watch where your going, fool"!

Trees did not have large booming voices, A dark face loomed down at him shadowed by a deep craggy brow, dark with hair, which was deepened, threateningly, storm clouds flashing in those blue eyes. Forget the tree, try a bear.

The large man leaned down a bit spitting "Couldn't help but overhear, but I'd stow the complaining...you'll find that not everyone appreciates members not pulling their weight. Being tardy, waking up late....could get you into trouble" He growled, reaching for a pot of coffee which was probably not his own- though no one seemed to notice it.

"Or are you incapable of functioning without your surrogate daddy hovering over you all the time"? The coffee hissed almost as well as his surly voice as he poured it.

[Naruxel]

.:: Roxas cringed at the other's uncharacteristically loud voice, feeling the urge to clamp his hands over his ears in an attempt to make them stop ringing. He winced before opening his eyes and grinning nervously up at Number III. ::. "Well, I didn't technically wake up late, since Axel just left early..." .:: He froze for a moment with Xaldin's next sentence, eyes narrowing into a glare as he snapped. ::.

"He's not my dad! Jeez, don't even--don't even say that! He's just my friend!" My very best friend... who doesn't bother to wait for me!! .:: He pouted at that thought before folding his arms. ::. "Anyway, I'm going to go meet up with him."

.:: He eyed the pot in Xaldin's hand, easily plucking it from his grasp and turning around to leave. ::. "And you don't need any more hot air!"

.:: With that, Roxas opened a Dark Corridor and left The Castle that Never Was. ::.

.:: All Luxord could do was chuckle in amusement at the young Nobody's actions, throwing a glance over to Number III. ::. "You played a good game, but it looks like he took your ace."