"What's that for?" //8-bit-ginger
8-bit-ginger
How were they even able to convince Axel to wear this ridiculous outfit? Well, that was an easy question—he was fucking drunk, and he wasn’t ‘convinced’ but rather, forced into it—or was he dared? Either way, he would’ve actually, y’know, gave a shit if he was in the right of mind, but the fact that he was at a stranger’s door thinking it was a friend’s clearly showed he wasn’t.
The dress had a little bow in the middle of the top, of course along with little ribbons and frills, and the accessories? Thigh highs and even a feather duster—the latter of which he didn’t seem to have at the moment because it probably dropped god-knows-where along the way.
Swaying a bit to-and-fro as he clutched the short(er than usual since he was so damn tall) skirt of the maid dress, Axel rang the bell. As it was answered, he didn’t even take into account that the man before him was somebody he didn’t even know.
”So s’like, ‘m in this fuckin’ costume..’n….I dunno where my actual clothes are, y’know?? Dude where the fuck didja put ‘em? I mean, not that m’legs don’ looksexy as fuck ‘n these,” cue an animated gesture towards his legs, “but really, this skirt’s like, ridin’ up on me or some shit—hey, can I, like, crash ‘n your couch…?” And with that, Axel already began to attempt to push past the man.
The man let out a groan as soon as he heard the door ring. Roxas wasn't expecting anyone to show up on his off day - maybe it was a salesman, or one of those preachers, or some brats trying to pull a prank - unsolicited visitors were the worst.
The blond sat up from his bed and threw on some pants, he needed to be at least somewhat decent for whoever's outside. Of all people Roxas expected to see at the door, a drunken redhead decked out in a sexy maid costume was not one of those things.
"WOAH, WOAH, WOAH! EXCUSE YOU, SIR-MA'AM!" he shouted. Roxas grabbed Axel by the arm and blocked his path, there was no way in hell he was going to let some loon go into his apartment and do god knows what to his property.
"I didn't ask for any sort of housekeeping - especially not this kind!" the man made a gesture, violently waggling a pointed finger at Axel's legs. "Don't you dare try to go in my house, creep!"
