"It's a initiation, after all," Larxene said casually as she tied the rope around Roxas's ankles. One, two, three, over, through the loop… "Think of it as mandatory- not that it actually is mandatory, but thinking of it that way tends to help."
"Mmph mmph mmph?"
"What am I going to do, is that it?"
A slight nod from Roxas.
"Oh, don't worry- you'll find out soon enough." Larxene checked the shiny silver handcuffs, tested the bamboo finger-trap, glanced at the implements lined up by size on the table under the mirror. "Seriously, though, don't worry. This won't hurt… much." She spun the chair around and settled down to work.
"Okay, all done!"
Roxzas wasn't sure what to expect. After all, he'd fallen into a pain-fueled haze of unconsciousness after the first five minutes, something which he wasn't particularly proud of. On the bright side, though, everything after that had merely faded into a highly unpleasant blur.
Still, even though Larxene enjoyed torture, she wouldn't have done anything permanent, right? He was more useful to the Organization with all his fingers and toes attached, right?
Right?
"Are you ready?"
Roxas hesitated, then nodded. Might as well get it over with.
"Okay, then…. Ta-dah!" And she ripped the blindfold off his face with a flourish.
Roxas stared at his reflection. He hadn't been expecting this.
"Well?" Larxene asked. "What do you think?"
Roxas opened his mouth and closed it again. He had just noticed the hairbows. They were pink.
She drummed her fingers on the armrest, feigning a pout. "You don't like the blush? I was a little unsure about it , I must admit, since you seem to look better in cool colors… but you have such delicate, breakable cheekbones, I couldn't resist playing them up a little."
"Urgle," Roxas stated, his brain working overtime in an attempt to comprehend the image facing him.
"And the lipstick- is it too garish?" Chuckling, she pursed her lips into a more thoughtful expression. "Well, perhaps magenta isn't the right shade for everyone, but ten packs of false eyelashes was exactly the right number, don't you think so?"
Roxas blinked a few times. He tilted his head. He wrinkled his nose- and fainted.
Larxene smirked. Then she snapped a Polaroid.