→ two.

[crippled_fox]

[he woke up from a late nap, having fallen asleep in the library. and finding himself dressed in this was definitely not how he wanted to be. his hair is even up in ringlets like the picture, little crown included. the skirt was short enough to show up the grisly scarring on his right leg, a lot like the scar a certain Gregory House. he kept

Comments

[venussigil]

I approve.

[crippled_fox]

I don't!

[venussigil]

The world needs more men in skirts.

[crippled_fox]

... you ain't right, miss.

[redpaperfan]

Oh, but you could be.

[crippled_fox]

What's that supposed t'mean?

[redpaperfan]

Sudden wardrobe malfunctions are secondary to the physical changes the phenomena around the ship can and has manifested.

[crippled_fox]

Is that supposed to be comforting?

[firebranded]

[he's cocking an amused brow]

[crippled_fox]

[stares. and he's turning bright red, all the way to his scalp]

[firebranded]

[mildly] I think you've got the legs for it. [says him, dressed as he is in this]

[crippled_fox]

If you say so.

[tries to tug his skirt down again to hide that scar]

[twilightfell]

[well then. it turns out they're wearing the same thing.

Roxas can't decide if he wants to laugh or cry]

G-Good question.

[crippled_fox]

...nice outfit.

[twilightfell]

... you too.

[crippled_fox]

[ducks his head, but Roxas can still see the bright red his face has turned]

[deathgrins]

[Low whistle.] That's a lotta leather.

[crippled_fox]

On the wrong body too.

[growls it out]

[deathgrins]

Ringlets are a nice touch.

Not exactly how I was imagining our second meeting.

[crippled_fox]

I sure as hell wasn't picturing this.