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[thundery.livejournal.com]

[looks like that one male Larxene's coming out of the woodwork. Seated in a comfortable-looking chair, he's got his feet propped up on a table, sending sparks of electricity across the floor at anyone who passes by. Getting into fights with replicas is only entertaining as long as it's going on; there are a few bandages on him from that, too, but none of it looks too serious.]

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I really shouldn't be doing this. :|

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[sparks at anyone who passes by, huh? so I get sparked at? have a glare for that as he goes past, book in hand- oh. Male Larxene. probably the one who hurt Amina. gurr glare. fierce scary fifteen year old. only not so much.]

lol :D

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[there's a snicker at that reaction, and then he quirks a brow at him, even more amused.]

What's wrong, princess? Did that hurt?

[seasides]

[eye twitch.]

No, and don't call me that. Are you the one who hurt Amina?

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[ooh, now he has his attention.]

Who?

[seasides]

The girl... replica. Amina.

[just keeps a bit of distance, still glaring.]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[pauses, then laughs.]

That toy actually picked a name for herself? Doesn't she know she's not real?

[seasides]

[narrows his eyes.]

I gave her that name.

[thundery.livejournal.com]

Now why would you go and do that?

[shakes a finger at him.]

Good little boys and girls don't lie.

[seasides]

She deserves one just as much as anyone else.

[crosses his arms, shifting his weight a little uneasily.]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

Maybe if you have the mindset for naming puppets. What a big softie you are. Did that make her happy, playing pretend?

[seasides]

[remembers the smile when he told Amina what the name meant. that wasn't playing pretend.]

She's not a puppet. And so what if I'm a softie? Better than being like you.

[thundery.livejournal.com]

Oh, but she is. Fake little body, fake little heart.

[taps on his own chest, grinning.]

Must be the most perfect little clone if you're all that worked up. Just like Riku, hm~?

[seasides]

[takes a deep breath, calming himself. he's blaming the flickers of memory that aren't his for the anger he's feeling.]

I know what she is; I remember what she is, even if those memories aren't mine. She might be somewhat like Riku, but not exactly like her. She's her own person, whether you think so or not.

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[smirks slowly and moves to stand up, walking over.]

What I think doesn't matter. It's fact. She was made to be a puppet modeled after your darling little friend. In the end, she really isn't even worth a real name. But you've got me curious, princess; what memories?

Amazing Larx, btw.

[seasides]

[steps back as he gets closer.]

I don't care what she was made to be. She's not a puppet, not anymore. Her name suits her and I'm glad I was able to give it to her.

[i-ignoring the question. he shouldn't have even mentioned it.]

w-what thanks 8D;

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[just takes a moment to laugh, loudly, like it's the funniest thing he's ever heard.]

I bet the only reason you even care is because she reminds you of Riku! Now stop being rude...

[there's a crackle of electricity in the air as he looks at him, smiling.]

...and answer the question.

It's truueeee. I'm getting happy shivers.

[seasides]

No, actually. I care because she seems like a nice person.

[tenses at the crackling, eyeing him warily.]

...Nami's.

excellent |D

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[now there's a burst of lightning behind him, and with a grin he's reaching over to grab for Kai's face.]

Is he in there? Nami should certainly know better than to let you think along those lines, should know how much of that is fake. Especially considering what he did to her. Don't you know?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[bored Larxene is bored. halo thar.]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[phooey, it won't have much of an effect on her. Oh well, he's sending sparks over anyway.]

[seasides]

[....well fuck. and here he'd promised someone he wouldn't get into trouble. should've walked away sooner. jerks away from Larxene's grasp.]

I don't have all the memories.

[but he remembers snippets; pieces of conversation involving those two.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[smirk]

I needed that.

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[grins wider, crossing his arms over his chest.]

Oh? Should I tell you about how he shattered her poor little false heart, then? It was awful funny.

[thundery.livejournal.com]

Oh? So glad I could be of help.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[gestures to bandages] Axel?