slasher-chick

"Wh…wha…?" Roxas blinked. And blinked again. "Oh, come on, you didn't think I'd notice?" Axel frowned, placing a hand on his hip in an awkwardly feminine way. "You know, it kind of hurts thinking that your best friend wouldn't tell you something like this." "…" Roxas didn't know what to say. And even if he did, it wasn't like he could speak, anyway. "But what really gets me, is why Riku and Sora, and even Aerith, know, and I don't. What, are you afraid I'm going to molest you at night if I know you're gay?" Gah! Oh, the oh-so-dearly coveted mental images that accompanied that thought. Roxas squeaked and blushed a deep red. "Or is it beca

"What do you think?" "You, Roxas Harada, are a fag. A really, really gender-confused fag." "What?!" Roxas cried out in indignant rage, his brows furrowed and eyes shooting daggers at his best friend across the room. The brilliant green eyes only stared back, amused. "I am not a fag! Sora, back me up here!" "..." "Sora, don't tell me you agree with him!" "Well...actually..." A groan. "Sooraaa!" Roxas whined at his brother, pouting and narrowing his eyes through blonde bangs. "Sorry Roxas, but you are kind of wearing a dress...." And a dress it was, for the pink frills of clothing layered over each other in such a way, so that the bott