Sora was distracted. He couldn't help it. It's the dress. Definitely the dress. Why the hell does it have to be so damn tight?
There he was, trying to get himself a little treat with his girlfriend, when a mugger pops out from nowhere and steals an old woman's purse. So what did he do? He helped. It was a hero's job, after all. He just summoned his keyblade and tripped the stupid thug up. But even when he was whaling on him, all he really could think about was how her tight dress complimented her SO well...
The thug was of course incapacitated, and he got a small cheer from the crowd that had gathered to enjoy the spectacle. He smiled. These were the times he liked being a hero. But where was the hero's reward? His eyes flitted back to Kairi and her dress. The really tight dress that showed off her wonderful figure...NO! Get your mind out of the gutter buddy boy...
He walked over to Kairi and kissed her. It was a deep, passionate, longing kiss.
"What brought that on Sora?"
"Maybe we could go back to my place." He winked.
She blushed and giggled.
"Sure..." She purred.
He couldn't wait to see how good that dress looked on the floor.
Yeah...I was kinda bored...and it IS 3am. Gimme some leeway here! And you know... I am lonely ... Please, for the love of GOD R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Sorry, got carried away.)