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[There's the sounds of a sneezing fit from nearby, then anyone in the area will hear a grunt before seeing a curly, white wig being punted across the gardens. Well, perhaps not that far. Certainly not as far as Roxas would like it to be. His eyes are watery and red-rimmed, and he's breathing through his mouth because his nose is so stuffed on one side, runny on the other and sore in general. After a minute he discovers an embroidered handkerchief up his sleeve, and promptly shoves one end up his nose to staunch the flow.

As soon as he looks like he's ready to calm down and simply breathe, the wig reappears on his head once more with a fine dusting of powder that sets off another round of sneezing. Really, he looks miserable.]

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[Normally, this one wouldn't be at all appropriately sized to wear clothes, so the Dressing Room has taken things into its own hands and made him human again. He looks a little uncomfortable with the whole affair or at least, he probably would if he hadn't gotten distracted by his hands again.]

[Sora is so glad she got off relatively easy today... she's making her way over with a look of concern.]

Is there something I can do to help?

[While those hands are held out, Roxas is going to take advantage of them to shove the offending wig into their grasp.]

[Roxas is beyond getting embarrassed over a girl seeing him with something shoved up his nose. Especially since it's just a Sora. He's already yanking the wig off his head to shove it at her, coughing at the puff of powder even doing that creates.]

[He blinks and then turns to look at Roxas.]

Don't think I need one of those, actually.

[So long as it doesn't find its way back onto his head, Roxas doesn't care. He's trying to cover his face and shake off the white powder in his hair, with varying success.]

[Well... he's willing to hold it for now, anyway, since it's not like he can tuck into the harness he doesn't have anymore. Pockets are really inconveniently small. :|b]

[she's shoved tissues and the like up her own nose before, she doesn't even care. the powder makes her grimace, but she'll reach to take it from him so he doesn't have to suffer it at least.]

Are you allergic to it?

[When he straightens his hair is even more of a mess, looking like someone hit him with a flour bomb. His eyes are red-rimmed and watery even if he hasn't been crying, and after a few seconds of facial contorions... he starts sneezing again.]

[Does his sudden sneezing fit answer that question? By the time it passes he looks ready to fall over, carefully breathing through his mouth so as to keep more powder from going up his nose. In case his reaction to it wasn't answer enough, Roxas nods his head a bit.]

[This gets a moment of consideration, before he speaks up again.]

You're allergic to this?

[ouch, yeah. she'll keep that wig far away from him, though she's not exactly going anywhere just yet.]

That really sucks, sorry.

[He tries to nod, but it might be just part of the sneeze. It's kicking up more powder, which he tries to wave away with one hand, covering his nose and mouth with the other.]

[If only she could get rid of the powder covering his own hair, too. He wishes- Roxas suddenly squints his eyes at the wig, a Keyblade appearing in his hand. He's going to gesture with it for Sora to toss the wig on the ground.]

[she blinks and does so, wondering what he's going to do.]

[He's going to cast a fire spell on it, of course. Look, he didn't even need to say the spell.]

Oh!

[that's a great idea! hopefully it won't go back on his head while on fire or something.]

[Not while on fire, no. In fact, the fire doesn't seem to do much at all before dying out. The moment it does, the wig is flying back toward Roxas, who attempts to duck and lash out with his Keyblade at the same time.]

[what happens if she tries to cast a Stop spell on it? because she's trying that now! without even drawing a weapon, yes. she's learned to do without.]

[It will stop in mid-air, moments from smashing into Roxas himself, who is still cringing in a half-crouch. After realizing there's been no impact, he opens one eye cautiously.]

It worked!

[she sounds sort of surprised. she's practiced on moving objects, of course, but she had been in control of that entire situation when she did. this is the first time she's used it outside of practice. she's going to snatch it up and step away again so it's far enough from Roxas to not cause a bunch more sneezing.]

[He looks as surprised as she sounds. His Keyblade is dismissed as he stands, rubbing at one eye that's pretty red and irritated already. He isn't quite sure what to do now, because surely she can't hold onto that horrible thing forever.]

Hey, don't rub at it, you'll make it worse.

[well she's already planning on keeping it on her for as long as he'll put up with her being nearby.]

You should find somewhere to wash your face, it might help.

[He shrugs, and drops it to the ground, before putting a foot on it. Even if he's not the size he's used to, that should keep it from going anywhere for now.]

[Are you kidding, he's going to be grateful to her every minute she's there and keeping hold of that accursed thing. Roxas looks around with one eye shut at her suggestion, wondering if there's even anything close by in the gardens. He evidently spots something without too much trouble, and immediately starts heading toward it. It being the decorative fountain in the middle of an arrangement of flowers.]

[she follows along a few feet behind him, clutching that wig like it's going to try and escape any second.]

[He is going to go straight through those flowers to outright shove his head in the water. There's a few startled fish that go zooming in the opposite direction, but all Roxas cares about is getting as much powder out of his hair as possible.]

[she winces a little, wondering if he got water up his nose, but stays back with the wig.]

[He did, but it was quickly blown back out again. He's scrubbing vigorously at his hair under the water, which takes on a milky shade in the area immediately around him. It's quickly filtered out when he raises his head to gasp in some air, only to shove himself back underwater for a second rinsing.

When he finally seems to think enough is enough, he'll pull his head out again and stagger back, wringing water out of his now-blonde hair and wiping it out of his eyes. He looks like someone attempted to drown him, which is somehow better than he looked before.]

Feeling better?

[she's a bit hesitant saying that, concern pretty clear on her face.]

[He takes a moment to take stock of himself. When he doesn't sneeze, Sora's getting a very affirmative nod. Just as long as she's keeping that wig away from him, he should be fine.]

[don't worry, she's keeping it far away from him!]

Great! I'm glad. That looked really annoying.

[It's getting a dirty look from him, so it's pretty easy to figure out his thoughts on it. He points at it then, before shrugging his shoulders. He doesn't know what to do with it now.]

I guess I have to hold onto it so it doesn't go back on your head...

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