My eyes widened as Axel and Demyx suddenly barged into the kitchen (where I was making a lovely peanut-butter and nutella sandwich).
They came closer and closer to me with such fierce looks on their faces, I kept stepping back until I was backed up against the refrigerator.
"Eh heh…hey, guys…what's up?" I laughed nervously.
"Who do you like better?" they asked loudly in perfect unison. "Me, or him?"
"Uh, um…what…where did this come from?" I looked between the two, surprised by the question.
"Well, he—" Axel started, poking Demyx in the face. "—says you give him better blowjobs!"
"And he—" Demyx smacked his hand away. "—says you have sex with him more often!"
"Um, I don't think—" I held up my hands in defense.
"Who is it, Roxas? Who do you like better!" Axel asked.
"You don't undest—"
"Please, Roxas. Tell me if you're not satisfied. I can change!" Demyx offered.
I kept trying to get in and say something to them, but they kept bitching and pleading, saying I did this better for Axel, and gave that to Demyx more.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath.
Both were proficiently shut up, and finally looked down at me silently.
"Okay. You've misunderstood. I don't have sex with Axel more often, and I don't give Demyx better blowjobs. I like you guys equally. I…love you guys equally."
There was this total 'dawww' moment as Axel's and Demyx's faces completely softened and they both hugged me tightly.
"Aw, Roxas! We love you, too!" Demyx squealed.
"You shoulda said something sooner, man!" Axel said happily.
And so, with all of that established, the three of us headed into our bedroom, my peanut-butter and nutella sandwich, sadly, forgotten.