[Times likes this makes Saix wonder why he still keeps Axel around. He tenses up, arms crossing over his chest and that scowl getting all the more pronounced.]
It's nothing that concerns you, Roxas. [He brushes some hair away from his face and, just briefly, rubs at the skin beneath his mismatched eyes. Now that they're sort of talking about it, he can't stop thinking about everything and what it means for him.]
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It's nothing that concerns you, Roxas. [He brushes some hair away from his face and, just briefly, rubs at the skin beneath his mismatched eyes. Now that they're sort of talking about it, he can't stop thinking about everything and what it means for him.]