Roxas woke up, and began to blink hard, realizing he was still on his side facing Namine’s back. His fingers levitated towards her hair out of boredom, and began to innocently play with it, twirling it loosely around his index finger, her sleeping body unsuspecting of his mischievous deed.The early noon sun rays sliced through the slight gaps in the drapes, illuminating the white sheets the couple were both abundantly swamped in. He continued to poke with silent glee at her hair. Before completely indulging himself in Namine’s fair light blonde hair all over again he decided to get a snack. Roxas undeniably loved these kind of mornings.
Slowly lurching off the bed as to make a sound, he made his way towards the kitchen. As he passed through the hallway, which was more like a tunnel, he glanced at all the paintings adorned on the walls. Portraits of some he knew and others he did not. But out of all the works he loved, her landscapes is something he always spent more time pondering on. “They’re called impressionist works…” he recalled, as Namine had once told him. He exited Namine’s quarters, and worked his way down the spiraling stair case of cold granite, the polished ebony wood handrails helping him out.
"Bout time you got up," a boy snickered as he walked past him up the stairs.
"What are you doing here Riku?"
"The same you thing you’re doing," He shouted back, jogging into the left hallway, instead of the right, in which things then clicked into places with Roxas. ‘Xion.’
Finally reaching the kitchen, Roxas opened the fridge and pulled out eggs tomatoes, onions, mushroom, and ham, then searched for a large frying pan along with oil. He was preparing to make omelets.
As he began to dice the ingredients intended to be the filling he caught Axel making his entrance, and taking his seat at the countertops watching him.
After a few minutes of tripe thuds emitting from Roxas’ vegetable slicing Axel snuck up to Roxas, “You aren’t going to tell me what you’ve been doing all night you little dirty birdy,” he smirked watching Roxas flinch.
"Leave it alone Axel,"
"I’ll make an omlette for you?"
"Sorry I already had breakfast,"
"Did you know Riku’s over right now?"
"…Where?" Axel’s ears perked up as Roxas began to whisk the eggs.
"Wouldn’t you say it’s a safe bet that we all know where he would be in this place?"
"True. Well how safe would you think it be if I ‘checked’ up on them? Right now Roxas?"
"Axel, you’re the real dirty birdy here," Roxas sighed, "And you know I’m not going to stop you, but tell Xion I’m making omelets if she’s interested," he finished, holding back a knowing smile.
"Will do Captain," Axel saluted him good bye and began to whistle as he pranced out of the room, leaving Roxas to himself and his omelets.
Roxas steadily yet slowly marched back up the stairs; this time with a breakfast tray balanced with a plate of the morning’s product; an omelet, and a glass of ice cold water. As he entered his room, he placed it down on her desk, and jumped back into bed.
"Ugh stop moving Roxas," Namine slowly groaned as her eyes were still sealed shut, but a tiny smile sprouted on her lips. Roxas smiled too.
"Fine. Are you hungry?"
"Save the food for later. I want to snooze with you a little bit longer," she turned onto her side finally facing Roxas.
"….Hahaha, fine I’ll eat the omelet right now then,"
Roxas smiled again.
Namine threw off the sheets and saw the tray on her desk as per usual. She then began to dig in as Roxas laid back in her bed.