Hello again people! Are you ready for another installment of SoRoku loving?! Of course you are, you little perverts :P
Just a quick note before we start, I have few new stories on my profile, and it would mean the world to me if you took the time to check them out. One is an AkuSora/Roku oneshot, and the other is the first chapter of my new Kingdom Hearts multi-chapter fic, which is a Roxiri/VenKairi fic. Do check them out!! :)
The song this week is another Relient K one, 'Jefferson Aero Plane'. It's a very relaxing song that perfectly reflects their state of mind in this chapter :D
Now then, on with the chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own :(

Kiss and I Will Surrender

Fourteen

Jefferson Aero Plane

Sunlight blared through the French windows, stretching across the luxuriously furnished bedroom and over the red duvet which half-covered two sleeping boys. It seemed to pause, as if contemplating shining in their faces and waking them, and then thought better of it as the brunette shifted and nuzzled into the blonde's shoulder. Instead, the ray of light stretched out across the bottom half of the bed like a happy housecat, content to warm their feet until they woke up.

The brunette, still in his jeans and shirt from the night before, stretched his legs as they warmed in the sunlight, relieving them of cramps. His eyelashes fluttered on his cheeks before creaking open a few millimetres. The first thing he saw was fine strands of gold, resting lightly on healing skin. His eyes flickered closed again, and he smiled drowsily as his head rose and fell with the blonde's steady breathing.

Never had Sora felt so content before. In all the years gone by, and with all the girlfriends he had shared a bed with, never had Sora felt as relaxed and at ease with the world as he did now, tracing his fingers in loose circles over Roxas's bare chest and inhaling the blonde's unique smell of fresh paper and citrus fruits. A cool arm had encircled him sometime during the night, and the pale fingers were weaved gently into the hair at the nape of his neck. Roxas's light breaths were stirring his bangs slightly and their legs were tangled together.

Sora let out a sigh of satisfaction and nuzzled deeper into the crook of Roxas's neck. The blonde stirred and his breathing changed as he awoke to the sunlit room and the brunette snoozing on his chest.

"Morning," he mumbled, his free arm coming up to rub across his face whilst his other hand resumed playing with the fine chocolate hairs at the back of Sora's head. The blonde stretched, his legs trembling slightly as he tried to rid them of stiffness, and then he kissed Sora's forehead lightly.

"Good morning," Sora replied with a stifled yawn. His hand reached out blindly and caught Roxas's free arm by the wrist, pulling it towards him and kissing the palm of the blonde's hand. The fingers moved to sweep over his cheek and then into the thick hair above his ears, combing out the tangles.

They lay there for a while, basking in the lazy atmosphere that almost made them believe it was a Sunday, had it not been for the digital clock telling them otherwise. The sun shining through the double glazing had raised the temperature of the room by a few degrees, so it was pleasantly warm, almost like a late spring temperature.

The radio clicked on after a few minutes, indicating that it was nine o'clock and time to get up. DJ Demyx's catchy voice circulated on the air currents and glowing dust particles, and gently roused the boys from their dozing reverie.

"It's three minutes past nine here in Midgar and the sun is shining like it's a summer's day! Safe to say the snow won't be here long, so if you haven't had your obligatory snowball fight, get out there before it melts…"

"Breakfast?" Roxas mumbled, giving his companion a nudge. Sora nodded, causing his spikes to brush the blonde in the face, and then with an enormous sigh he heaved himself into a sitting position, pulling his legs from the tangled embrace they had been sharing with Roxas's unclothed ones. Roxas's hand left his hair as the singer also sat up, wincing as his ribs sent a sharp sting of pain through his body for a moment.

Sora rubbed his eyes and started trying to push his bangs out of his face. "So what's on the menu Chef?"

"Cereal, cereal and more cereal," Roxas replied, shutting off the radio and kicking his legs over the side of the bed. He stretched again, several bones clicking into place in his back, and then stood up, grabbing a white dressing gown off a chair.

"I'll take the pancakes."

"If you're going to make them yourself, then go for it."

"Some host you are," Sora huffed, getting off the bed and wandering over to the vanity table, taking a comb and attempting to tame his bed hair.

Roxas shrugged sleepily and stepped into a pair of slippers before trudging out of the room to brush his teeth. "You can borrow a t-shirt and boxers if you want," he called behind him as he went into the bathroom.

"You may have redeemed yourself," the brunette replied, shrugging off his creased shirt and opening the chest of drawers, rifling through them and trying not to mess up Roxas's clothes too much. He selected the largest t-shirt he could find because he didn't want to stretch any of his host's clothes, and then grabbed the first pair of boxers he found in the underwear drawer. Deciding he would change after a shower, he set them on the stool of the vanity table and then made the bed as he heard the tap running in the bathroom.

They emerged into the lounge, Roxas looking a thousand times more alert now that he had rid himself of morning breath with an extremely minty mouthwash, and Sora wearing just his dark blue jeans. The bruises on his tanned chest were almost gone four days after he had received them, and the swelling in his face was non-existent now.

Whilst his guest went to brush his own teeth, Roxas padded into the kitchen and set about preparing some semblance of breakfast. He really did only have cereal, so he selected the chocolatiest one for Sora and made himself a bowl of shredded wheat.

He didn't hear as the brunette guest entered the room and was pouring milk on the cereal when a pair of strong warm arms encircled his waist and his back was pressed against a hard chest. Sora rested his chin on the shoulder in front of him, turning his face to press a kiss to Roxas's cheek.

"You okay?" he asked, kissing along Roxas's jaw up to his ear and then back over his cheek.

"Yeah, you?" Roxas asked, setting the milk down and turning Sora's arms to hook his own over Sora's head. They kissed, just lips, pressing their bodies against each other as they refamiliarised themselves with each other's mouths. They sighed through their noses, lips brushing like butterfly wings and fingertips glancing off each other, as if teasing their hands with the prospect of intertwining.

They could have easily stood there, with their arms around each other and Roxas pressed up against the counter, for all eternity, but Sora's stomach gave a demanding growl that caused Roxas to give a spluttering snort into the kiss, thus halting all ministrations to their swollen lips with finality.

"Here," Roxas giggled apologetically, passing Sora his bowl and a spoon. They went back to the living room and sat at the small glass table near the French windows. They ate in silence, staring out of the window at the clear blue skies that had opened up overnight to reveal a sorely missed sun.

"So we're still heading to your parent's place this afternoon, right?" Roxas asked around a mouthful of shredded wheat. Sora had already finished his chocolate treat and drumming his fingers on the table, his energy levels already abnormally high for a university student at nine in the morning.

"If you want to," the brunette replied with a frown. He had in all honesty forgotten about his promise to his mother to attend the birthday meal she was planning. "Oh, I forgot to give your birthday present yesterday!"

"Oh crap, so did I," Roxas admitted, and they both got up and ran to the bedroom. Sora grabbed his rucksack and began to rummage through it, and Roxas picked up a wrapped package from the dresser. Sora's hand finally emerged victorious, holding what looked like a packet of documents.

They exchanged gifts and Sora eagerly ripped off the simple blue paper on his present, whilst Roxas undid the string holding his envelope together.

Sora frowned when he pulled out a CD-R. At first, he thought that Roxas had made a mix tape for him, but when he looked closer he realised that all of the songs were by Roxas, and none of them were standard Reizones songs. He opened the case and a found a small slip of paper tucked into the document clips. Roxas's neat writing was scrawled upon it:

Sora, I know this is probably the most corny (and low-budget) birthday present you've ever received, but I made some recordings of a few songs I have been sitting on for a while that lacked inspiration before I met you. You gave me some good ideas and I was able to finish them, so I'm giving this to you as a kind of dedication to you. Tifa helped with the recording so this is from her as well. Happy birthday.

"Holy shit Roxas," Sora muttered under his breath. He counted the songs written on the front of the CD. Roxas had recorded fifteen songs for him. That was more than the average album held. "I inspired you to finish fifteen songs?!"

Roxas didn't reply. He had opened his envelope to find a sheaf of approximately ten sheets of A4 paper. He realised as he leafed through them, that they were all sketches, small paintings and manga panels. The top page was a drawing of what was quite clearly Roxas on stage, wearing what he had been in on the night they had met. He was singing his heart out into the microphone and the stage lights were throwing shadows over his face that gave the piece a dramatic, dynamic feeling. The one underneath was of Reizones in their recording studio, in the midst of the music. All of the pictures were of similar themes, but were all done in various styles and mediums. There was even a black piece of paper with an intricate white chalk drawing on it.

"You drew all of these...?" Roxas breathed. They both looked at each other which astounded looks on their faces. And they both knew then that they had made the right choice in using their talents instead of money to create good presents. Both looked overwhelmed with gratitude.

"Happy late birthday," Sora laughed, his eyebrows still in his hairline and his voice slightly choked. "Look what you've done now! You've got me tearing up!"

"Speak for yourself," Roxas muttered, pretending to wipe sleep from his eyes. "You didn't have to go to so much trouble."

"Neither did you," Sora reminded him with a grin.

"Whatever. Thanks."

"Back at ya."

They shifted awkwardly, unsure if this occasion warranted a hug or a kiss. Eventually they chose on the former, giving each other an awkward man-hug and coughing loudly as they pulled away, busying themselves with finding somewhere to put their presents.

"I'm going for a shower," Sora announced, grabbing the towel Roxas had put out for him as well as the t-shirt and underwear he was borrowing. "Care to join me?" he suddenly said, his eyes gleaming wickedly.

"Sure, whatever," Roxas scoffed, cuffing Sora over the head and walking out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.

When Sora walked in and set his things down on the counter, Roxas was already leaning into the shower cubicle and turning the water on, testing the heat of the spray before pulling back and pulling off his dressing gown.

Sora watched with a glazed expression as Roxas revealed his body once again, clad only in his boxer shorts. The blonde shivered in the cool air of the room, his nipples raising as light goosebumps broke out over his skin. "Hurry up," he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and shivering slightly.

Sora blinked, realising he was staring, and quickly took off his jeans. They both paused for a moment when they were stood in their underwear, wondering if they should remove them too, but decided against it by silent agreement.

Roxas leaned in and checked the water temperature again, and finding it acceptable, jumped in straight under the spray, his hair immediately flattening against his scalp and his sodden bangs falling in his eyes. His soaked boxers clung to his ass and thighs and once again, Sora found himself gawking. Mentally slapping himself, Sora jumped into the large cubicle and pulled the glass door shut behind him, giving Roxas a playful shove in contest for the place under the shower head.

All thoughts of washing hair and body were forgotten as they found themselves in a slow, heated kiss, water cascading over their bodies as their tongues began to delve into each other's mouths, tracing teeth and lips. Sora gasped when his back came into contact with the cold tiled wall but quickly forgot as Roxas pressed himself against him and began to attack his neck with fluttering kisses and little nips and bites. Their hands ran over each other's torsos, drawing lines through the moisture that were quickly washed away, hands occasionally meeting and weaving together before continuing on their journeys across smooth wet skin and through sodden spikes.

"Sora," Roxas murmured, barely audible over the sound of the water. Steam was fogging up the glass walls of the cubicle and their gasps were echoing around the tiled room. Roxas pulled back slightly to find Sora panting heavily, his cheeks flushed and his darkened eyelashes forming thick black crescents on his skin. Water tripped over his face, moulding to run along the sides of his nose, over the curve of his upper lip and seeping into the seam of his lips before trickling down his chin and over his ravished neck which was now peppered in little teeth marks.

Roxas's hands located Sora's and their mouths reconnected, kissing harder and faster. Sora found his wrists being raised above his head clasped there with one pale hand. The other fastened itself in his dripping hair and formed a fist, tugging lightly on the chocolate locks as Roxas's tongue forced its way into Sora's mouth. He resisted a smirk as his ministrations elicited a long groan from Sora. Water pooled between their chests and overflowed to run down their ribs and over their hips which were grinding in slow circles, erections forced together.

"Time I repaid the favour," Roxas gasped against Sora's lips.

"Wha?" Sora replied, his mind having trouble functioning because of the delicious friction being exerted on his dick. Roxas's free hand left his hair and trailed down his chest, wasting no time as it dipped straight beneath the waist band of his boxers to grip his arousal firmly.

"I had all the fun last night," Roxas said in a dark tenor that drew delicious shudders from the brunette who was submitting so willingly to his whims. "I'm just returning the favour."

Sora was on the verge of a retort but Roxas started to stroke his hand up and down Sora's length, completely halting all trains of thought in Sora's very muddled and soggy brain. His eyes half-rolled back into his head as the water provided extra lubrication, and when Roxas pulled Sora's cock from his boxers the spray from the shower head rained down on it and provided little pinpricks of pleasure all along the length of it. If Roxas hadn't been holding Sora to the wall, he would have slid to the floor. He appeared to have lost all control of his legs and his head was tilted back as he began to really vocalise.

"Oh my goooood," Sora groaned, his fleshy pink lips parted to form a perfect 'o'. "R-Roxassss..." he hissed the last part of the blonde's name as he suddenly clenched his teeth and his brows drew together in a blissful frown. Roxas increased the pace, his mouth descending to Sora's chest as he lapped at the moisture covered nipples, biting and laving and licking up the water that continued to flow in little rivers over the sun-kissed skin.

Sora nearly lost his balance when his wrists were released but managed to press his palms flat against the wall either side of his hips. Roxas sank to his knees, his face and shoulders a glowing pink in the heat of either the shower or the moment, and tentatively licked the weeping head. At the appreciative moan he received, he opened his mouth wider and took in half of the pulsing flesh in one go, relaxing his throat muscles and hallowing his cheeks as he sucked hard. His hands pressed Sora's hips to the wall to prevent him from bucking, and he slowly began to take more and more of the hardness into his mouth, sucking rhythmically.

Sora was practically melting with bliss. His knees trembled slightly as he struggled to remain upright, which only became more difficult when he looked down and locked eyes with the blonde, who was looking up at him with fake innocence whilst his nose was pressed to Sora's stomach.

"Holy shit Roxas," he gasped raggedly, his exclamation dissolving into a particularly loud groan when Roxas started fake-swallowing around the head of his dick. One hand left his hips and started stroking the soft skin of his balls, rolling them experimentally between slender fingers.

It didn't take long for Sora to come once Roxas started sliding his mouth up and down Sora's length, sucking and swallowing and playing teasingly with his balls. All too soon he gave a hoarse shout and released a long stream of hot cum in the blonde's waiting mouth which was swallowed down greedily. Some of it dribbled out of the corner of Roxas's mouth but was quickly washed away by the flowing water.

"I think you enjoyed that," Roxas said with a grin, tucking Sora's softening length back into his saturated underwear and rising to give the trembling brunette a long, hot kiss. Sora could taste himself on Roxas's tongue, but rather than be disgusted by it, he found it incredibly sexy and found himself lapping up the taste.

They broke apart eventually and proceeded to do what showers were generally designed for, washing their hair and soaping themselves up (Sora took delight in coaxing their unruly spikes into Mohawks that dripped with shampoo). They got a little distracted whilst drying each other off and Roxas ended up receiving his second blowjob in twenty four hours as he lay sprawled on the wet tiled floor, his already loud groans and dirty exclamations being magnified by the echoing acoustics. Then Sora had lain on top of him and kissed him for at least twenty minutes, alternating between slow and intense, and fast and rough. At some point during all of this their hands had found each other and fastened themselves together, clenching each other tightly as their owners kissed.

It was nearly noon by the time they got out of the bathroom, looking more exhausted than when they had gone it but much cleaner and in fresh clothes. When they noticed the time and realised that their train to Destiny Islands left in an hour, chaos had broken out and all thoughts of continuing to enjoy each other were forgotten.

After a mad dash to Sora's to pick up his (thankfully pre-packed) weekend bag, and an even madder dash to the station where they caught the train with minutes to spare, they found themselves in a relatively empty carriage. The found a booth with a table and stored their bags above the seats before sitting opposite each other and stretching out over the seats. Their hands, which couldn't seem to leave each other alone that day, intertwined once again on the table. They rested their heads against the cool glass of the window and caught their breath after their frantic panic.

The train made a few stops at other stations in Midgar, and then they were well and truly into the countryside, trundling towards the coast just over three hours away.

Sora was in the process of sending his mother a text to let her know they were on their way when Roxas spoke.

"Hey, so what are we?"

Sora looked up from his phone, thumb poised above the keypad. "We're humans? You know? Homo sapiens, evolved from apes, bent on destroying the planet with global warming-"

"Very funny," Roxas interrupted dryly. "You know what I mean."

Sora didn't reply for a few minutes, his face pensive as he finished his message and put his phone in his pocket with slow, deliberate movements. "Well," he said, "what do you want us to be?"

Roxas rolled his eyes. "That's not helpful Sora."

"Well sorry but I'm as clueless as you are!! It's not as if this sort of thing happens to me every day, you know," the brunette huffed, his face forming a cute little pout that Roxas found adorable. He told Sora so, and the pout intensified. "Don't change the subject!" Sora muttered.

"Fine. Would I totally scare you off if I said I was seriously considering asking you out?"

"By asking me out do you mean... like, out on a date, or out as in going steady?"

"The latter."

"Nah, that'd be cool. I was kind of hoping for that as well." Sora blushed furiously at this and ducked his face into his white hoody.

"I didn't think you were the kind of guy who went for one night stands, either," Roxas replied, squeezing the tanned hand in his. "This is all so weird though. Before I met you, I had never looked twice at another guy."

Sora re-emerged from his hoody, nodding enthusiastically. "Same here! I always liked girls up until we met. But even now, other guys don't interest me at all. It's only you I want. It's like I'm Roxassexual or something."

"Interesting choice of words," the blonde smirked. "And I completely empathise; I would even agree and say that I am 'Sorasexual'." At this he formed quotation marks with his free hand. "I don't really understand it."

"Well, this is going to sound really really lame," Sora said, the blush reappearing, "but I read once in a book that your sexuality has nothing to do with... um... the sex of your soul mate." Roxas raised an eyebrow and Sora floundered, his face as red as a lobster. "Not that I'm saying we're soul mates! I was just saying..." he trailed off, looking completely at a loss as to how to redeem himself.

"I get it," Roxas said with a laugh, thoroughly amused at Sora's bashfulness but glowing inside. Although the term 'soul mate' was a little extreme for someone he had only known for four days (and heck, they were moving really fast if they were already establishing a relationship), it just felt... natural. The last four days had seemed a lot longer than that, and he already felt incredibly close to Sora. It was like some sort of chemical magnetism. They had tried to resist it at first but they were drawn together as surely as north and south poles of magnets.

They lapsed into silence, and Sora pulled out his sketch pad and started to draw some rough designs for his manga comic. Roxas rummaged through his bag and found a sheet music pad, putting his earphones in and starting to compose a new song. It was coming up to the time when the band would be expected to bring out some new material for performances, and if all went as planned and they were approached by one of the scouts that had been there last night, the more material they had, the better.

They worked in silence for an hour or so, occasionally sending each other warm glances. Anyone who walked past their booth would have been treated to the sight of two boys with extremely similar features, both reclined across double seats and resting against the window, working in notebooks with their tongues poking out of the corners of their mouths. It took them a while to realise that this was why they were getting amused looks and smiles from other passengers, and they didn't understand until they both caught each other licking their fingertips in unison to turn their pages.

Sora set down his work a little while after that, flexing his fingers after they had been clutching his pen tightly for so long. Roxas also seemed to be tiring of his work and put it back in his bag, turning off his music and sitting properly on the seat. Sora mirrored him and they slid their hands over the surface of the table to meet in the middle. When they were sure nobody was watching, Sora leaned forward and gave Roxas a chaste kiss.

"When we get to my place," he said as he sat back in his seat, "can we wait until I've told my parents about us before we... act like a couple in front of them?"

"Um, sure," Roxas said with a shrug. He could understand how much of a shock it would be for Sora's parents to discover that their previously very straight son was now dating a boy. Naturally, Sora would want to let them in on it in the least shocking way, which involved breaking it to them gently rather than cuddling up to each other at dinner.

They stared out of the window for a little while, thumbs rubbing in little circles over each other's hands. The countryside flew past them, a blur of white dotted with green where the snow had started to melt. As they got closer to the coast, the snow vanished all together and the carriage temperature went up by a few degrees.

"I have a question," Roxas suddenly said, breaking the silence. "Last night when you... went down on me," he whispered, "why didn't you let me do it to you too?"

Sora blushed, remembering the way he had just jerked off as he sucked Roxas's dick. "Well," he stuttered in hushed voice, still looking out of the window, "after what happened to you in the parking lot the other day... I didn't think you would want to..."

It all suddenly made sense to Roxas. He felt an unexpected rush of... emotion? Admiration? The fact that Sora was so considerate even in the heat of letting out pent up sexual tension struck a chord he had never felt before, and Aerith's words from the previous night came rushing back to him.

Could he really... love Sora already? Was it even possible to fall in love in four days? Roxas had always been disbelieving of such things as love at first sight and being swept up in a whirlwind of romance within moments of meeting, but these ideas no longer seemed so farfetched as he tried to console his feelings.

How did you define love? How did you know you were in love? Surely it was the feeling of not wanting to ever be without that person? Or overwhelming emotion every time you were with them? Or was it just a gut feeling? Was love something you couldn't define until you had experienced it, even if you didn't know what you were supposed to be looking for?

He realised that Sora was watching him with a mixture of curiosity and worry and broke from his inner contemplation. "Thank you for worrying about me," he said honestly, smiling warmly across the table. "But I think I proved in the shower that you needn't lose sleep over that." He winked and the brunette went even redder if it was possible. That boy's head was going to burst if he blushed any more.

They went back to watching the scenery, and another few minutes later, Sora's head had fallen into his arms as he had his first narcoleptic bout in a few days. Knowing that the brunette was probably still tired from the night before, Roxas detached his hands from Sora's gently and placed his coat under Sora's head, letting him sleep. He contented himself with running his fingers through the soft spikes, admiring the little threads of auburn, copper and gold that weaved through the rich brown and twisting the spikes gently between his fingertips.

He must have fallen asleep at some point, because suddenly he was being woken up by the call of the refreshments trolley that was approaching. He raised his head from his arms and stretched out, groaning as his shoulders popped satisfyingly. Sora was also rousing, looking thoroughly confused.

"Want a beer?" Roxas asked the still sleepy boy, who nodded and rubbed his eyes with a yawn. Roxas got up and carefully made his way down the carriage, using the walk to stretch out his legs after having been sat down for so long. He ended up buying some sandwiches as well as two cans of beer, and Sora looked grateful for the food when it was chucked on the table a few moments later. They hadn't eaten since that morning and hadn't realised how hungry they were.

They cracked open their beers and devoured their sandwiches hungrily, washing them down with alcohol and sighing contentedly. "Really, could this day get any better?" Sora asked to nobody in particular. And Roxas agreed with him wholeheartedly.

They pulled into Sunset Station half an hour later, where ironically the sun was just beginning to set on the horizon of the ocean. The water was highlighted a wonderful warm orange that glittered like minerals, and the Destiny Islands were no more than silhouettes in the distance.

"So do you actually live on the islands?" Roxas asked as they grabbed their things and waited for the train to stop.

"No, we live on the coast. But we have a house right by the beach and when we were little me and Leon would go out to the islands all the time by boat to play," Sora replied. The train slowed to a stop and they stepped onto the platform.

There was no need to ask which of the waiting people was Sora's mother. The unasked question was answered when a short, slim woman with warm brown hair in a braid threw herself at Sora, enveloping him in a tight hug and smothering him in frantic kisses.

"Sora darling, it's been so LONG!" she cried as she pressed his face into her bosom, something which caused Sora to completely freak out.

"MOM!" he cried in a muffled voice from her chest, "We saw each other like a month ago!" He managed to get out of her grip, running behind Roxas. "Hide me!" he whimpered.

"So this is your friend?" the woman cried enthusiastically, and then it was Roxas's turn to be smothered in kisses. "It's wonderful to meet you my dear!" She pulled back to study Roxas, and he shifted under her eager, scrutinizing gaze.

"Why Sora, he looks very similar to your cousin!" she exclaimed.

"Which one?" Sora grumbled.

"Which one?!" she echoed, disbelief etched on her youthful face. "Your cousin Ven of course!"

"That little snot that kept kicking over my sandcastles when we were kids? I haven't seen him since I was eight, Mom, he could have had a sex change and I wouldn't know."

"Well Roxas looks a lot like him! What a coincidence! And you and Sora even share the same birthday!" Mrs Leonhart looked positively ecstatic at this discovery. "You two were destined to meet!"

"Can we go home now?!" Sora groaned. "Sorry about my Mom," he added to Roxas, who was suitably freaked.

"No problem," Roxas squeaked as it became his turn to receive the 'breast treatment'. It was going to be an interesting visit.

Gah, I can't end chapters to save my life T.T But other than that, I quite like this chapter and enjoyed writing it :D I hope you liked it too! Now, review monster demands his weekly feeding!
(NB: Sora's white hoody is an idea stolen from thedeviltheangelandtheme, because it was too good NOT to steal :P)