pretty like a carcrash
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Roxas wasn't drop-dead-gorgeous.
He was pretty. Awful pretty, and whenever Namine saw him, she was reminded of the way parents cooed over a newborn baby. They'd always say things like; 'Oh, he has his mother's eyes,' or 'Oh, she has his father's nose,' and with Roxas, it was nearly one-hundred-percent true, since his pretty blue eyes had been snatched from Sora, and his cute, childish face had been stolen away from the real keyblade weilder, too.
In his own way, though, he wasn't pretty; he was an absolute wreck.
He was skinny, and awful pale, and his hair looked so silly; it stuck up in every direction, but it was far different from Sora's.
She always wondered what exactly his reaction would be if she'd told him that everything he had was stolen away from Sora; none of it was his.
He'd probably just turn on his heel and walk away, with his love-sick Axel trailing close behind him, because the one thing that Roxas didn't have of Sora's was the ability to feel pain.
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namine is such a thinker.
yeah, there's one little bit of akuroku, if you squint a little.
drabbles are funliikewhoa.