Xion would have preferred being somewhere else with Axel and Roxas and talking to them. But at least in here Axel wasn't talking to anyone more than he was to them, and he wasn't making her talk. She'd take what she could get. She didn't really want to sit on a chair where she could be seen, so she was sitting under the table, resting against his legs, listening to the soft sounds of pages turning and pen scratching, very nearly asleep. Her cat was curled in his lap. When had the cat gotten there? Who could say.
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Xion would have preferred being somewhere else with Axel and Roxas and talking to them. But at least in here Axel wasn't talking to anyone more than he was to them, and he wasn't making her talk. She'd take what she could get. She didn't really want to sit on a chair where she could be seen, so she was sitting under the table, resting against his legs, listening to the soft sounds of pages turning and pen scratching, very nearly asleep. Her cat was curled in his lap. When had the cat gotten there? Who could say.