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[wielding.livejournal.com]

Here's a fun drinking game: take a shot every time a new Roxas shows up. Double if said Roxas is under the age of 15. Drown the bottle if he's batshit.

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[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[blinks over at him. head tilt, nervously wrings his hands.]

... of course I'm in a dress. I wouldn't be in trousers. That's just...

[wild hand motions.]

--wrong!

[wielding.livejournal.com]

[he finds his flailing hilarious, and, dare he think it? cute?]

So you've been in skirts all your life? Interesting.

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[rests his hands on his knees, shaking slightly. looks up at him and actually pouts.]

I-I... of course I have! I-I'm a girl, after all...

[please believe me. please believe me.]

[wielding.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head and slowly strokes his chin.]

My, Your Highness, what a deep voice you have!

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[blushes deep red and looks down at his neck. whoops. where the hell is his pitch-changing necklace.]

... u-um.

[wielding.livejournal.com]

Hey. It's alright. I won't even ask.

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[bites lip, looks down at his knees. he's tapping his fingers against his kneecaps, nervously glancing up at him.]

... thank you. I suppose you think it's incredibly weird...

[wielding.livejournal.com]

[laughs and tousles the brunette's hair.]

It's different, I'll admit that much. But then again, I know next to nothing about your world, so I shouldn't say anything.

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[gets a small smile onto his face, brushing some of his bangs from his face.]

Yes, well... [sucks in a breath.] ... I'm only like this so I'm not killed. Every boy in my family is being targeted by a murderer, so my parents sent me to this girl's finishing school. To fit in... well, I'd have to look, act, practically like a girl, wouldn't I?