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

Run out of clothes to wear, Sora?

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

[......uh.]

[ Butt wiggle.

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

[ 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?

[ 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.]

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

A loincloth made of pretty pictures...? ]

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

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

[ 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?

[I've seen better.]

Why indeed?

[ Xaldin wished he'd seen better.

But no one can beat Sora's butt.

Xion was rummaging around the back of the closet now. ]

It must say something about you.

I doubt you'd find them to your taste.

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

Um...What are you doing?

[ 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. ]

Why's that?

[Asjfkd-Stop that. B|

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

[ It was nothing Roxas hadn't seen before! Or was it?

Sora pursued Roxas, ultimately back in the closet. At least this time he had company? 8D ]

But these are so... you.

[ No, it wasn't an insult. It was more of an observation. Xion, after all, was looking for clothes to try to establish some sense of self. And it already imitated Roxas enough, didn't it? ]

I didn't tell you before, but I like your new clothes.

[ Yes, that light tug at the fabric of his pants was entirely necessary. ]

[:|

Also, if she still has her voice and not Sora's, then he's probably blushing a bit cause he knows exactly who it is who is naked in his closet. :|]

Um, thanks...You know, you could always try a clothes room instead? There's lots of different clothes there.

[...No that was not necessary. Stop that.]

[ Xion had it's usual voice. It wasn't Sora's, although some people might have brushed it off as Sora having an off day and being subjected to the throes of puberty. This time, the replica knew better than to think too much into Roxas's blushing. Roxas was just weird like that.

Sora looked surprised to hear that there were rooms just for clothing. Maybe there really was no need to be mooching off of unsuspecting boys, then.

Or maybe Sora just liked parading around like this. ]

Is that where you got these clothes from?

[ Xion's continuing to pull and prod at him. This time, Sora's pushing the material of Roxas's outermost jacket out of the way to study the darker jacket underneath.

What the heck was he trying to keep out? ]

Y-yeah.

[This is getting kinda awkward, you know?]

Um, Xion?

It's hardly what you're used to wearing, is it?

[ Xion. Suddenly, Sora froze just as he was. It was Xion's turn to blush. Sora's cheeks flushed pink and a reminiscent smile spread across his face. It was a strange sensation; Xion placed its hand on its cheek, feeling the heat rising off of it.

Xion's other hand pulled Roxas's jacket back into place, smoothing it down as if to eliminate the evidence that it'd been messed with. And yet Sora didn't stop absentmindedly smoothing the damn fabric. ]

Yeah?

[ Sora grinned. ]

Actually, it's more like I'm too used to wearing it.

Um, why do you, look like Sora?

[And why are you playing with my clothes? :|]

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