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[littlesuperior.livejournal.com]

[Here is a twelve year old Xemnas sitting on some random couch. He should probably be wondering where he is... But he can't be bothered to. So just going to sit there reading a book he found laying around.]



[occ: It's like a spam of characters from smallsparks universe!] 

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[tinyberserker.livejournal.com]

No I didn't. Considering I'm not even looking for anything...I don't care? [...follows anyway.]

[littlesuperior.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. Alright then... You're not making this easy for me. [In the fiction section. Looking at random books.]

[tinyberserker.livejournal.com]

Well if you had just suggested some things when I asked... [is that a giant armchair of amazing? yes it is. and now it belongs to Saix. just gonna watch you, Xem, while you pick books.]

[littlesuperior.livejournal.com]

Well I don't know what to suggest. [Shrug and just going to pick out a few random books. Oh and pff... You just going to sit there? l:]

[tinyberserker.livejournal.com]

You suggested that one you were reading before. Can't think of anything else? [yes. sitting. watching. smirking.]

[littlesuperior.livejournal.com]

Good Omens... Sure. It's an okay book. [Going off to try and find it. Ditching you? Of course not. You'll just have to get up and follow him if you want.]

[tinyberserker.livejournal.com]

Only okay? Mister knows-his-fine-literature thinks it's okay, and is still reading it? [hm. to follow, or not to follow.]

[...oh, alright.]

[littlesuperior.livejournal.com]

Well I'm bored. And it is fairly well written.

[Looking... looking..]

[tinyberserker.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. I'll make that judgement once I read it.

[would rather be in his nice chair.]

[littlesuperior.livejournal.com]

Okay then... Aha! Here it is.

[Takes out a copy of Good Omens for Saix. And bam, he's running back to your chair and plopping in it. Childish? You bet.]

[tinyberserker.livejournal.com]

Alright, give it here--Hey!

[stomp stomp stomping after you. glareees.]

That's my chair.

Childish kidxem is childish

[littlesuperior.livejournal.com]

[Snuggles into the chair. Opening his own copy of Good Omens]

I don't see your name on it.

I hope he's only like this around saix :| otherwise he sucks at leadership

[tinyberserker.livejournal.com]

[tapping foot so impatiently.]

I had it first.

[you're goin' down, Xem. Saix is just going to plop down on that chair and attempt to kick you off. or at least make you scoot over.]

Only around Saix. He's a bitch to everyone else.

[littlesuperior.livejournal.com]

Whatever.

[Oh scooting over now. That's kind of cramped but oh well. He isn't giving up the chair.]

oh good

[tinyberserker.livejournal.com]

Just gimme the book.

[victory for Saix! he's going to very, very slowly take over the chair. but hey, a book.]

/o/ \o/ \o\

[littlesuperior.livejournal.com]

Here you go. [Haves Saix his book]

[Pff... Like Xemnas would let that happen. Yay book]

[tinyberserker.livejournal.com]

Thanks. [must be time to read.]

[Saix will try anyway. slowly. he is like a ninja.]

[littlesuperior.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. [reading]

[Pff. Xemnas is a better ninja, of the night.]

[tinyberserker.livejournal.com]

[READING. eventually he'll make like he's shifting to be more comfortable. it's secretly his attempting to kick Xemnas off the chair.]

[--ninja of the night are you serious whyyyy.]

[littlesuperior.livejournal.com]

[Reading. Sadly that might work.]

[HE CONTROLS DARKNESS. Night. l:]

[tinyberserker.livejournal.com]

[that's because Xemnas is dense and distracted when he reads. Saix keeps fidgeting.]

[......well Saix has the moon thing. match made in ..somewhere.]

[littlesuperior.livejournal.com]

[This is true. Moving to the side a little to get away from fidgeting Saix and... plop. Hello floor.]

...
You pushed me off.

[tinyberserker.livejournal.com]

[victoryyyy--but serious face as he looks down at Xemnas.]

No I didn't. You're clumsy.

[littlesuperior.livejournal.com]

[srs face right back at you]

No matter how clumsy I might be I don't fall off chairs.

[tinyberserker.livejournal.com]

[your srs face wins this time. smirking.]

But you just did.