Random fun with All the King's Horses (though for some reason I always have trouble drawing Roxas. )
If you haven't read the fic yet, why haven't you?! D:
Here: [link]


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A moment later, he stepped out of the stall, glancing at himself in the mirror. He was now only wearing one layer of clothing, compared to the several of his last outfit. Instead of his multiple jackets, he now wore only a very tight fitting white shirt, with black sleeves that stopped at his forearms. A small gold crown decorated the neckline of the shirt, which was also a little tight on the teenager. Instead of his grey and crème pants that he had been wearing a moment before, he now wore slim legged blue jeans, which he was currently winding a leather belt around. Trying not to fuss with the chain on the side, he glanced at himself again 'Wait... this looks a little like...' Roxas' eyes narrowed furiously at his own reflection as a wonderful realization dawned on him.

“You gave me girl’s clothes!” The teenager almost shouted, a dark blush rising to his cheeks as he tried to mentally kill his reflection for portraying him so…girlishly.

“What, you’re not a girl?” An amused voice came from the side of the bathroom, and the blonde teenager spun around to see the bleached man standing strolling out of one of the bathroom stalls, shrugging on a white over shirt over an equally white tank top. He left the over shirt unbuttoned, but rolled the sleeves up to his elbows so that they wouldn’t get in the way during a fight.

Instead of the white traditional hakama Roxas had met him in, he now wore normal white slacks, tight against his hips, as he was wearing a simple black leather belt. Roxas could see that under the trousers --surprise, surprise-- he was wearing white leather shoes.

“Does Roxas sound like a girl name to you?!” The blonde’s reply was tart as he glared at the now modernly-dressed man.

“For someone with such a ‘fair complexion’ as you, it’ll do just fine.’’ The man jeered as he slid a pair of slim black sunglasses up the bridge of his nose, straightening them clumsily. He had obviously never wore eyeshades before.

“’Fair complexion‘, my ass. You’re the one that’s whiter than sour cream.”

“Che, whatever. Do I look ‘normal’ now?”

“You look like you’re about to kill someone.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

"Perfect." He smirked, running a hand through his stark opal hair. “Let’s go, Roxanne.”