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Roxas and Hikaru Hitachiin - for some reason, Roxas didn't have a last name, and Hikaru never questioned it because maybe Roxas was an orphan or something, he'd never know - sat in Hikaru's room, decorated fancily and tastefully, as expected from the son of a highly visual fashion designer and the son of a CEO. Roxas looked around in wonder, blue eyes wide and blond hair uncombed - Hikaru assumed it was because Roxas was too poor to afford a comb and made a note to give him one for Christmas, because Roxas didn't have a proper birthday, either.
And he was wearing that awful coat.
Hikaru wanted to rip it right off, but that wasn't why they were there in the first place. No, Roxas had come to Hikaru, the well-seasoned host, for romantic advice.
"First off," Hikaru said seriously, pointing dramatically at Roxas who only looked back quizzically, "you have to change how you dress. You won't get anywhere with a girl looking like you're wearing a garbage bag."
Roxas looked down at his attire, not quite understanding. "But it's all I have."
Hikaru, struck by his goodwill and generosity for the destitute, placed a hand over his heart, smiling quite fondly at his dear friend. "Don't worry, Roxas! I have just the thing!"
Scurrying into his large closet - Hikaru imagined it was about ten times the size of wherever Roxas lived - he pulled out a classy outfit that was sure to grab the attention of millions of women. Leather pants and a tight-fitting gray shirt. A nice peacoat, too, for looks rather than practicality. It was still summer, after all, but if Roxas could stand walking around in garbage bags all day, he could stand a little sacrifice in the name of good fashion.
"Those Axel and Namine girls won't stand a chance against your dashing good looks if you're wearing this!" Tossing the outfit in Roxas' arms, who looked uncertainly down at the garments, Hikaru pulled open a nearby drawer, full of accessories. "By the time I'm done with you, Roxas, you'll be in the most attractive 3P ever!"
Roxas nodded, certain that he had made the right choice.
And he was wearing that awful coat.
Hikaru wanted to rip it right off, but that wasn't why they were there in the first place. No, Roxas had come to Hikaru, the well-seasoned host, for romantic advice.
"First off," Hikaru said seriously, pointing dramatically at Roxas who only looked back quizzically, "you have to change how you dress. You won't get anywhere with a girl looking like you're wearing a garbage bag."
Roxas looked down at his attire, not quite understanding. "But it's all I have."
Hikaru, struck by his goodwill and generosity for the destitute, placed a hand over his heart, smiling quite fondly at his dear friend. "Don't worry, Roxas! I have just the thing!"
Scurrying into his large closet - Hikaru imagined it was about ten times the size of wherever Roxas lived - he pulled out a classy outfit that was sure to grab the attention of millions of women. Leather pants and a tight-fitting gray shirt. A nice peacoat, too, for looks rather than practicality. It was still summer, after all, but if Roxas could stand walking around in garbage bags all day, he could stand a little sacrifice in the name of good fashion.
"Those Axel and Namine girls won't stand a chance against your dashing good looks if you're wearing this!" Tossing the outfit in Roxas' arms, who looked uncertainly down at the garments, Hikaru pulled open a nearby drawer, full of accessories. "By the time I'm done with you, Roxas, you'll be in the most attractive 3P ever!"
Roxas nodded, certain that he had made the right choice.