Newton’s Third Law. That’s all you have to say.
You didn’t wonder where he came from, or how he got here. He seemed nice enough (a little strange, but so was Hayner, so you figured it didn’t hurt any), so you
So, here you were, currently sitting on top of the Clock Tower above Sunset Station, thoroughly enjoying your sea-salt ice cream-popsicle, your strange red-headed friend sitting next to you. You stopped in licking your pop momentarily, pondering on a funny thought, before voicing it aloud. “Axel, did you know you’re the only one I let drag me up here? I won’t even let Hayner and the others take me up here with them.” When he didn’t respond after several seconds, you turned, blinking owlishly at him.
He was fuming, plain and simple, and over the stupidest (in your opinion) thing; his sea-salt ice cream-popsicle had utterly melted in a sticky, blue-tinted puddle in his lap, his jade eyes glowing in anger. It was quite hilarious, really. Not only because of the look on his face, or how he was slightly pouting like a little child who had lost their dog, but because you warned him he shouldn’t be going near anything that was opposite his element.
“Newton’s third law. That’s all I have to say.” You received a death glare.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he snapped irritably.
“Fire plus ice cream equals IT WILL MELT, AXEL. Kids, this is why you SHOULD NOT drop out of school.”