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[watching a pack of Naminés flee the scene.]

Honestly. For a bunch of different witches and mini-heroes, you all sure react the same.

[sighs exaggeratedly and curls up into a seat, withdrawing a book from under the cushions. Who'd have thought that even teasing would get old around here?]

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Must suck to be you.

[hello, someone's stupid enough to throw his arms around her shoulders, just hanging there.]

[starts. Then, a snarl and a cuff to the head.]

Didn't your mother ever teach you to keep your hands to yourself?

My mother taught me a lot of things, but rules are made to be broken.

[snickers, ducking away, then reappearing at the arm of the seat.]

Come up with that all by yourself? How sweet.

[props her feet onto the arm of the seat - an unsubtle attempt to kick him off and returns ostentatiously to reading.]

Nothing's original nowadays.

[not-so-neatly picks her feet up, then lays them across his lap, leaning against the back of the chair. he's hard to get rid of.]

Aww. Is the mini-hero feeling a little duplicated?

[heel to the stomach. Because Larxene fights honorably!]

Of course not. I don't think I've met a me who can do what I do.

[guh-- leans forward a little.]

If you make me throw up, I'm going to do it all over your lap.

[victory! icky implications aside. Ignoring this talk of being special, she waves a hand in dismissal.]

Brat.

You just noticed?

[smirks, then just to test her, he's rubbing at her ankles. he is a masseuse after all, and hell, it's fun pissing people off, so why not?]

Didn't think it got through the first time.

[narrows her eyes. Honestly, what's with these kids and their personal space? She debates killing him for all of five seconds, but there are ten thousand Keyblade-bearers around here and not enough Larxenes among which to hide. She settles for being bitchy instead.]

You want to throw up that badly? And I thought the last kid had problems.

I could burn your skin off if I wanted.

[he says nonchalantly, his hands warming up a significant amount. yeah, he's anything like an Axel Jr. if you had to compare him to anyone.]

I mean you don't go talking to yourself about how everyone sucks without getting hell for it.

And I could fry your internal organs to a crisp. See what nice things self-control gets you?

[abruptly, she kicks out and lets her feet drop to the floor.]

I'll talk however I want. Unless you're going to fight me, little hero~?

I'm not a hero.

[sighs exaggeratedly, straddling the arm of the chair.]

If you kill me, you kill me. At least I can die knowing I pissed someone off that much.

[and now he's taking up most of the chair. This is Larxene pretending not to notice.]

Pissed? But I'm being nice, kiddo.

Gee, I guess that means we can be best friends now, right?

[gives him an 'are you stupid or what?' look. Seriously, no one should stay between her and a book for this long. It's not healthy. Then, she half-smiles.]

Hmmm. Kill all the other mini-heroes in the dressing room. Then we'll talk.

If I was really that bent on making friends with the enemies, I would have done that by now-- but for one, I don't want to be in an enclosed area full of burning bloody flesh and I definitely don't care about friends that much.

[which goes to show he's worthless either way, hopping off of the arm of the chair.]

I probably won't have blood stained clothing, but you can count on another visit.

Flesh doesn't bleed if you burn it fast and hot.

[personal experience or general taunting? Who knows. Aaand it's back to reading. She props her feet back up on the chair in deep satisfaction.]

I'll stock up on knives for it.

Hey, I'm just a kid, I'm not that experienced.

[or he could be lying for the benefit of surprise, but either way he's walking, jingling the chain hanging from his pocket.]

You do that.

[Unspeakable Acts, Ordinary People: The Dynamics of Torture. Not a classic, but still delightful. She notices, of course, and dangles it out pointedly between two pinched fingers.]

All you had to do was ask nicely.

...

Hey!

[out of her seat in a bound, kunai flashing out.]

[portals to the space an inch before his face and yanks at the book. Chances a side-swipe with the kunai, too.]

Honestly, what are you -- the retarded version of Marluxia?

I'm not.

[unimpressed and kind of irritated. Okay, 'kind of' is an understatement.]

Fantastic. I'd ask for more words as proof, except I really don't care. Give. Me. The book.

[is it an explosion? Only of shrieking curses. She whirls, flinging kunai at the far wall and--

Well.

Now it's an explosion. Scorched walls ahoy.]

[ugh. It's less fun to cause structural damage when it's not being done to something alive. And the smoke's killing her lungs. Settles for tapping her foot impatiently.]

This is getting tedious. Come out, come out, wherever you are~

[yeah, okay, Larxene is not playing someone else's game. Hands on hips and the tapping continues.]

Hurry up. I don't have all day!

[such a lie, but hey.]

[so grateful. Really. Snatches at it, already preparing to stalk back to the chair.]

Don't you have a Keybrat to mess with?

No.

Well, find one. It's not like there's a shortage around here.

They die far too easily.

Really. Seems to me like there are still plenty running around.

More arrive; few have died because most aren't worth the effort, I've discovered. They will all die eventually anyway.

That's your excuse? Lazy~

[unimpressed Larxene is still unimpressed. If he has time to steal her things, he has time to kill a few more kids. Also, if he leaves, she might finally have time to settle into the book.]

Maybe...

Then go. Be lazy somewhere else.

[looks like Larxene's not in the mood.]

Some of them are kind of fun.

[of course kid-you means 'fun to torture.']

One or two, maybe, but this is overstocking it. There's only so much variation you can get to your standard hero mold.

You're telling me.

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