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[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ This was the ninth day. The ninth day of her second chance.

She knew that it wouldn't be the same; that it couldn't be the same... and that was okay because, given the chance to go back, Xion wouldn't have changed a thing. In the end, she would have just ended up back here. It was time to move forward.

Xion had shed her Organization coat. Of course, she'd only just left it in her room; she couldn't bare to part with it completely. She'd removed and folded up the rest of her old clothes neatly before tucking them in her drawer, and off she'd scampered, in just her birthday suit, to find new attire.

Anyone's closet could be subject to raiding as Xion scrounged around for any article of clothing that might catch her eye.

... Only, anyone who just so happened to catch her digging around in a closet would insist that she was, in fact, very much a he. And he was Sora.

Have some naked Sora in your closet. ]

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[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[.....................WTF?]

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ Butt wiggle.

Xion - Sora - whoever it was happened to be unaware that she - he - it was freaking Roxas out. ]

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[He'll just cover his eyes now thanks.]

Um...What are you doing?

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ Poor Roxas would be left standing there with his hands over his eyes for a few seconds, as Xion climbed out of the closet to investigate the source of the hesitant question. It knew the voice, but seeing the face was somehow reassuring. ... Well, isn't that ironic?

Roxas wouldn't see it yet, but Sora was standing within a foot of the boy, devilish grin on his face and hands reaching up to Roxas's wrists before he tried to pull the hands away from the boy's eyes. ]

I'm getting dressed!

[ Apparently Xion hadn't gotten to the actual dressing part, though. ]

Stop just standing here and help me.

[ And an apparent lack of understanding the concept of personal space. Maybe the replica was malfunctioning. ]

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[Asjfkd-Stop that. B|

...Walks over to his closet to grab some clothes then.]

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

Run out of clothes to wear, Sora?

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ The boy's head would swivel as he looked back at an older Riku and gave the other just the wide grin that Sora was known for.

And being called by that name? It just seemed to fit too. Xion didn't bother protesting. Nor did the puppet bother panicking over Riku seeing Sora in such a state as this one. ]

Yeah, got anything?

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

If you don't mind a swim, you could wear one of my shirts. I doubt the pants will stay on you unless you have a belt in your size.

[he's done enough diapers back home that one butt is the same as the other, unless you happen to be his Sora.]

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ Sora was pouting, but no, it wasn't Riku's Sora. Really, it wasn't Sora at all. But he still managed to look like a kicked puppy. ]

You make it sound like I'm a little kid!

[ Well, this "Sora" was just over a year old by now. ]

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[cracks a smile at that; he's not falling for it.]

Maybe not so little as a toddler, but you are still a kid.

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

[I don't think you'll find anything in the right size there.]

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ fff. Xaldin.

Xion had always sort of wanted to prove itself to that Nobody. Now it was raiding his closet... and its boy bits just didn't seem impressive enough.

And still, there wouldn't be anything in the right size in that closet. Because Xion's package had obviously outgrown Xaldin's.

Obviously.]

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

[Or does it just seem that way as compared to what Xion had before?



After a moment or three he clears his throat pointedly.]

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ Creepy throat clearing back there? Xion heard that. It didn't turn around, though.

So feast your eyes on the Keyblade Master's ass, alright? ]

Why is everything in here so dark?

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

[I've seen better.]

Why indeed?

[lifelike-memory.livejournal.com]

[......uh.]

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ No, no. In this room, Sora stopped short of the closet and eyed a sketchbook.

A loincloth made of pretty pictures...? ]

how'd I miss this? ><

[lifelike-memory.livejournal.com]

Can I help you?

idk 8D

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ Sora was molesting the sketchbook by now, if he hadn't yet been stopped.

And by molesting, I mean he was flipping through the pictures with all too much interest in them. He sort of forgot why he was there to begin with! ]

These are really good...

[lifelike-memory.livejournal.com]

Glad you think so. [gently takes sketchbook from him.] You should get dressed, you'll get cold.

[memorygank.livejournal.com]

[...uuuuuuuuuuhm, wut?]

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ The clothes in this closet seemed awfully familiar!

Sora was looking over a pair of pants. This isn't...

Huh. ]

[memorygank.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[guess who it is...no go ahead, guess. And unlike you we have our appropriate gender in place]

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ Sora turned around to see... Sora. Except Xion knew it wasn't Sora. What more? This Sora had some distinctly feminine characteristics going on. Wait. What? ]

I was... looking for some new clothes.

[ Because it had been about time to get out of that Organization coat, and the new boy bits didn't sit nicely in her old clothes either. It wasn't that Xion was male. It was that Sora was. And just like this puppet had appeared to be female when she took on Kairi's appearance, it appeared to be male now that it had taken on Sora's appearance. Of course, Xion had thought of its former facade was its true identity, so it couldn't help but be better adjusted with being, well, female. But, hey, the puppet was doing pretty well with the new anatomy. Except for, you know, the fact that it was naked in someone's room.

Xion covered that base quickly enough - because there was something else it was rather intent on getting out into the open. ]

What's your name?

[memorygank.livejournal.com]

You don't have any in your own closet?

[gives a slightly concerned head tilt. You'd figure the place would be a bit more accomidating to new people, or what she assumes is new]

Do you need to ask?