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[cardcastles.livejournal.com]

[ he's at a desk which sits in some god-forsaken room of the DR. in front of him is a stationery pad, which he is currently scrawling furiously on. looks like Lumaria has yet to notice that he's no longer sitting at his desk in his room. ]

--unacceptable. If I'm to ever convince anyone that I-

[ leans his chair back a little, then nearly topples over when he finally notices the alien surroundings. ]

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[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

You're another Marluxia, aren't you? You look like him.

[Something's off, though.]

[cardcastles.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs. ]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[and just like that, it clicks- that's what seemed different. She's never met any version of his Other before.]

Larxene; likewise.

[cardcastles.livejournal.com]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Probably not, since you're not him.

[Technically.]

[cardcastles.livejournal.com]

[ reaches for his pad of paper, rips the top page out, and folds in neatly. he places it in his pocket as he speaks. ]



[ he almost asks what his relationship to Marluxia is, but stops himself. for the time being, he'd rather not know. ]



[ motion towards the other's pregnant frame. ]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[rather vehemently]

The father? No.

... He's someone I used to work with.