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Roxas’ body was sprawled awkwardly over the armchair, one arm laid across his stomach. He was dressed in boxers with a playful tessellation of keyblades and a plain white t-shirt, though a pair of reindeer antlers on a headband had been strategically planted atop the mop of blond by a certain meddling redhead. He muttered incoherent things under his breath, tossing and turning under the itchy woollen blanket draped across his torso. Eyelids fluttered and he dropped his chin a fraction, toes wiggling. Christmas had always been his favourite of all the holidays, but he wasn’t the
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He will swing, on a thread, through my window and into my bed
Hey hey! Here cums the Spidermaaaaan
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If we're all clones, why am I the only one with a sense of humor?
- Scorch, RC-1262
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If we're all clones, why am I the only one with a sense of humor?
- Scorch, RC-1262
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