In all actuality, I should have been the one to wear the crazy colors and outrageous fabrics since I was the one whose general appearance could afford it.
Axel, with his flaming crimson locks and veridian green eyes, walked around like the physical manifestation of Christmas spirit, and he, of course, was the one to wear the crazy colors and mismatching patterns. He sauntered around with absolutely no mind in an orange sweater draped over a loose-fitting blue Henley, wearing a pair of olive-toned corduroy jeans found on sale at the thrift-store down the street from our shabby single-room apartment.
Walking in public with him became something of a show, he as a walking catastrophe with a lanky form and me with my slender frame, conventional beauty, and monochromatic wardrobe. Over the many years we've been together, it's been his erratic quality that I've come to appreciate the most, his many outfits being the best representation of that trait.
a/n: even though i don't really ship akuroku anymore, i wrote this in 2014 for a prompt fill and still lowkey like how it came out. comments and crits are appreciated! find me on tumblr as user nort-nort. :)