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[roxaaas.livejournal.com]

[So this was not the Clock Tower. That was fine, he supposed. At least he didn't have to go through what would be a 'heart-breaking' goodbye (if only he had one) like he knew it would be. Although he wanted to say goodbye to Axel, he was afraid.

Heaving a small sigh he squinted around the room. He caught a glance of someone that wasn't familiar and he shrugged his shoulders, picking at his Organization cloak.]

Right... I don't know where I am, and I'm not going to ask right now. But can someone show me to a place where I can get some new clothes? Not too sure I want to walk around in this anymore.

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[taintedmartyr.livejournal.com]

[puts a hand on her shoulder and cheerfully unzips his coat as if she undresses people every day-- which she does, or used to.]

What do you wear underneath?

[roxaaas.livejournal.com]

[Blushing a little he scrambles back a little, arms crossing over his chest]

W-what are you doing?!


I-I wear pants, of course.

[taintedmartyr.livejournal.com]

[she shifts some clothes around and lifts up a wifebeater and some baggy black jeans]

Something like this, maybe?

[roxaaas.livejournal.com]

[Still a little flustered he takes the time to look over the clothing.]

It's a lot better than this. Thanks for helping...

[small smile]

Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Roxas.

[taintedmartyr.livejournal.com]

[runs those piercingly beautiful emerald eyes over him and smiles widely]

Aerith Gainsborough. Nice to meet you, Roxas. ♥