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[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ Welcome to the laundry room.

Xion was sitting in her underthings on top of the washing machine. Her hair was still a bit damp, and it seemed that she had just gotten out of the shower not too long ago only to find that she needed to wash her clothes. So here she was, waiting for the load of laundry to finish up.

The issue with this is that - depending on who decided to make a trip to the laundry room - the puppet might be found as Sora, Ventus, or Xion. But then, one might question what the hell Sora or Ventus was doing in a lavender bra. ]

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[beforedawnbreak.livejournal.com]

[Walking into the laundry room carrying a basket of clothes, he just stopped at the doorway.

What the hell, Sora?]

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ Riku, Riku! Hi, Riku!

Sora is waving enthusiastically at you. ]

[beforedawnbreak.livejournal.com]

[Wearing a lavender bra and presumably girl underwear.]

............. What are you doing? [No, it doesn't matter that he's in just his boxers and a lame shirt. What. Is Sora doing. Wearing girl underclothes.]

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ Hey, the panties matched the bra. Don't make fun! ]

Washing my clothes. Isn't that what you're here for too?

[ Sora grinned. ]

Nice shirt.

[beforedawnbreak.livejournal.com]

[He is so confused.] Well, yeah--Hey, this is what I wear when it's time to do laundry. [Responded without missing a beat, but reaches to scratch his head, taking a step in.]

But uh, Sora? Why are you wearing a bra? [.... and why is it matching your girly underwear :|]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Guh, bwa-?
Xehanort has a strange look on his face as he tries to work out just what 'Ven' here is doing; the heck?]

Uh...

[Congrats, he's speechless. And he only wanted to pick up his shirts...]

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ He'd get a curious look from Ven.

It was like Xemnas. Only... a midget.

Holy crap. ]

...

[ Ven was debating whether or not to get out the keyblade already. Even midgets could be bad news. ]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

That's ... new?

[Okay, how does he bring up the subject of dude, the bra?]

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ Ven appeared to be taken aback. His voice was so much more... immature than Xemnas's. It just seemed so wrong!

He was about her age now. In fact, if Xion were standing up, she might be as tall as him. How was that kid her old Superior? ]

Who are you?

[thirteenthshell.livejournal.com]

[o-oh, hi there.]

Xion?

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, hi, Roxas! Xion gave him a smile.

And then she noticed that he looked like he'd been taken offguard. So it must have been a different Roxas than the one she'd already met... Hm. ]

Roxas~.

[thirteenthshell.livejournal.com]

Uh... where are your clothes?

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ She'd poke the washing machine under her with her two pointer fingers. ]

Right here! Heh heh.

[ Pshh. Did he think she just came into the laundry room to sit around in her underthings? ]

[lifelike-memory.livejournal.com]

[have a familiar face, Xion. One that's come to do laundry as well, dressed in a loose t-shirt and pajama pants. And is being followed by two cats.] Hi. Laundry day for you too, huh?

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

Nami!

[ Xion gave him a wide grin. ]

Yeah, I didn't realize I'd run out of clothes so quickly.

[lifelike-memory.livejournal.com]

That happens when you least expect it. You'll be hunting for something to wear, and you realize you have maybe one set of clean clothes left.

[he starts another washing machine, and begins putting in clothes. He adds some laundry detergent, closes the lid, and hops up on the other washing machine next to Xion. So, how've you been? Find proper clothes yet?

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ Wow, that was exactly how it had happened. Xion couldn't help but giggle.

Once he was sitting next to her, she'd offer a smile. ]

I've been okay. I found some clothes with a friend of mine... I sort of made a mess of the clothes right after, but it was fun...and it'll wash out.

[ But she'd happily turn the conversation onto him! ]

How about you? Drawn anything new?

[unluckyladyxiii.livejournal.com]

...X-Xion?

[She blinks. Why... was her new friend half-naked?]

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ Rox--!

Roxas had boobs. Wut. ]

Roxas?!

[ Xion looked a bit disturbed. Okay, so Roxas was a bit gangly. Hell, he could even pass for a girl if he dressed the part. But this? This was something else. ]

What happened to you?

[unluckyladyxiii.livejournal.com]

...What do you mean what happened to me?

[She gives the underwear-clad clone girl a confused look.]

Well, besides the part that I have no idea where I am, actually, but I have a feeling that's not what you're referring to.

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ And that confused look would be shot right back at Roxas. ]

You're a ... girl.

[ She said this as if it were some sort of scandal, but upon hearing that Roxas wasn't sure where she was, Xion was more than willing to help. ]

This is the Dressing Room. More specifically, the laundry room inside of the Dressing Room. It's another world, and there's no leaving it until it wants you gone.

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[Looks like Roxas was planning to get his clothes washed too. But he's wearing some clean clothes as well when he walks into the room.

Though, when he sees Xion, just wearing her underthings, his first reaction is: FLAIL. He accidentally drops his dirty clothes, then slips on them and falls over.]

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ Hey, blondie, you're gonna get yourself hurt. ]

Roxas!

[ Xion hopped down from the machine and was crouching over Roxas and his dirty clothes in a heartbeat. ]

Are you okay?

[ Come on, don't you like lavender? ]

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[Please excuse him he's very obviously not looking.]

I'm f-fine.

[xionpuppet.livejournal.com]

[ Xion self-consciously picked up a random article of spilled clothing from the ground to hold up over her chest. That's the only thing she could imagine was making him avert his eyes. He'd seen Sora naked, and he could see Xion in her underthings?

Did it help that it was a pair of his boxers? With one hand, she'd hold the boxers to her chest, and she'd use the other to start making a pile of the dirty clothing he'd dropped. ]

Well, what happened? Did you trip?