It seemed the only comfort he would get from his horrifying morning experience with Riku, nudity, a laughing brunette and an insanely - far too brightly colored - neck tie, would be from his stuffed Axel. Where the actual red head was, he wasn't sure. He had a growing feeling that the poor, strangely enough womanly shaped, Fury of Dancing Flames was being forced by Namine into one of these devices of torture as well. As for Namine, and Kairi alike, their hands and eyes had better be at least ten feet away from the ex-Organization Member.