"A cat."
"Try again."
"A dog."
"No."
"A giraffe."
"No!"
"A heartless."
"NO!"
"A frog?"
"How!?"
"Is it Axel?"
There was a snicker. "No, Naminé, it's not Axel "
"Oh, Roxas! Just tell me already!"
"Does that mean you give up?"
A smirk.
A frown.
"Yes, I give up."
The words were like music to Roxas' ears. As his fist pumped triumphantly into the air, he exclaimed, "I win again!"
"You only keep winning because you draw so horribly, Roxas," Naminé pointed out with a
giggle that followed.
"It is a rose, Naminé See?" The male blonde pointed to the details of his poorly drawn sketch. "There's the pet