Honey was confused, really. It didn't seem like Axel knew the man, and he didn't really think Roxas knew him, either. But, it was...good, he thought, that his friend wasn't here?
The person he was talking about oddly sounded like Kyouya, or at least the "self-obsessed" part sounded right. He wouldn't have called him tough or stubborn, though. The toughness was reserved for Haruhi and Takashi, because he didn't think either of them were afraid of anything. And the stubbornness was reserved for the twins - if something didn't fit into their world, they stubbornly held out against it.
But if Axel looked like the man's friend, he could understand the mistaken identity. He didn't really say anything in reply, not sure where to jump into the conversation. Instead, he focused on the large pile of cake that was still on his plate, diving in and making short work of it.
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The person he was talking about oddly sounded like Kyouya, or at least the "self-obsessed" part sounded right. He wouldn't have called him tough or stubborn, though. The toughness was reserved for Haruhi and Takashi, because he didn't think either of them were afraid of anything. And the stubbornness was reserved for the twins - if something didn't fit into their world, they stubbornly held out against it.
But if Axel looked like the man's friend, he could understand the mistaken identity. He didn't really say anything in reply, not sure where to jump into the conversation. Instead, he focused on the large pile of cake that was still on his plate, diving in and making short work of it.