"Naaah," Roxas said, amused, "You're kinda boney." Axel was such a skinney, gangly teenager. (Well, Roxas could imagine that he was. Axel was 17 and past any random growth spurts. He just had to finish filling out his frame)
"Someday," Roxas laughed, "I totally want to see you dress up all hippie like. You know, with the headbands and the tiedye and all that stuff. Then I'll point and laugh."