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[here is a Larxene, seated on the back of a sofa. In the air near this Larxene is a sitar that might look very very familiar to a certain Nobody, suspended in the middle of a crackling, hollow sphere of electricity.]

It might be in your best interests to come and get this soon, hm~?

(ooc; 'sup, bandwagoning. So, anyone out there have Larxene's knives to give back?)

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Ugh, are all of you useless? Go back and get them.

Only if I can have that sitar, woman.

[what is he, a chauvinist.]

It's Larxene.

[dunno, he just wants a sitar.]

Do you want your knives back or not?

[the electricity appears to be crackling a lot louder, sparks actually flying off the jolts.]

What do you think?

[does not like that sound.]

Don't break it. I'll go get your knives.

[runs off to ~~narnia~~ find those stupid knives.]

[success~. She'll just wait here then.]

[comes back with the knives. apparently someone's been playing darts using them.]

[doesn't get up but simply holds out a hand for them. Needless to say, any attempt to injure her with her own knives would not go over too well.]

I want the sitar first, woman. [he refuses to say her name in case he butchers it again.]

[drops her hand with a faintly annoyed look at Demyx. Normally, she would just summon them back, but in this case it would only get her the sitar.

And it doesn't help that Demyx is refusing to call her by her name, whatever his reasons may be.]

Hn. So disrespectful; I wouldn't even think about giving it to you with that tone.

I'll keep the knives, then. [grins.]

[oh, that glare. Larxene holds up her hand again, but there's already something in her upturned palm - a growing ball of condensed lightning, throwing out its own sparks.]

It's so funny how you think you have a choice.

[usually he'd run away by now but since he'd meet her again later, he decides to just give up and is holding out both hands, offering the knives.]

[gets up and taking the knives from Demyx. That smile is mainly due to the rightness of having her weapons back than anything else. She begins to hold them up to the light one by one, examining them for damage.]

Good boy~

[does not like being called that. he notices what's she's doing and doesn't want to be fried.]

Someone's been playing darts. In case they're damaged.

[if he hadn't mentioned that, she would've thought he's the one who made those tiny scratches near the tips.]

That someone being you~?

[but she's going to mess with him anyways.]

[o shi-]

No. [he said that with a straight face.]

I don't like liars, Demmy.

I'm not lying and don't call me that, woman.

...my name really isn't that hard to say, you know.

I have problems with names.

Then make an exception for mine.

[glare.]

I thought you wanted the sitar?