complimentary colors.

[blondebait.livejournal.com]

[there's a very pissy Roxas wearing a very undersized schoolgirl uniform. he's frantically scrabbling for the skirt's zipper, but it's juuust out of his reach...]

I'll fucking kill whoever put me in this thing.

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[pyromancing.livejournal.com]

Okay, fine...

[as roxas turns back to him he gets a black coat thrown over himself, and axel stands shamelessly in his black jeans with no shirt on.]

Where's your cloak? We'll go find it.

[blondebait.livejournal.com]

[shrugs the coat on. it takes him a minute to find the sleeves, and when he does he has to roll them up a couple of times.]

The only cloak I own is that one I wore in the school play last year.

[pyromancing.livejournal.com]

Then we'll find you something else to wear.

[opening closets]

Geez, five million doors and none of them go anywhere. What a pain...

[blondebait.livejournal.com]

[opens the door to the bdsm room.]

[slams it shut.]

They shouldn't keep that stuff where kids can find it.

[pyromancing.livejournal.com]

[ohh... nods absently, but makes a mental note of what room number it is]

[opens another door, and well hey if it isn't a closet full of halloween costumes from damn near every FF and KH mascot and monster--]

Hey, Roxas.

[holding up a moogle costume]

Think it'd fit you?

[laughing]

[blondebait.livejournal.com]

[gives it a haughty look.]

I wouldn't be caught dead in that thing.

[pyromancing.livejournal.com]

[smirks as the blonde turns away, huffing and then plops the giant round pig head on Roxas, laughing mirthfully]

[blondebait.livejournal.com]

[m-muffled shout.]

[pyromancing.livejournal.com]

Lookin' good, Rox!

[blondebait.livejournal.com]

[still muffled.]

Go fuck yourself and die.

[pyromancing.livejournal.com]

[crosses arms, muttering]

Killjoy...

[blondebait.livejournal.com]

[sorry, can't hear you, currently suffocating inside of the moogle head.]

[pyromancing.livejournal.com]

[lifts it off him, tossing it aside]

Better now?

[blondebait.livejournal.com]

[doesn't answer. instead he reaches into the closet, grabs a Tonberry helmet, and stands on his tippy-toes, trying to stick it onto Axel's head.]

[pyromancing.livejournal.com]

[dfjkgshlfhgdjkf it's hot in this]

...

[taps his foot impatiently]

You made your point, Rox.

[blondebait.livejournal.com]

Good.

[jumps up to knock it off of his head.]