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[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[After locking himself in his room for a week without eating or sleeping, he woke up somewhere else entirely. And went on swearing quite loudly when he found the first mirror because he's now blonde and very very female. So she is now in the kitchen, looking through the fridge and trying not to electrocute anything out of being on edge.]

[ooc: what is patience.]

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[unstably.livejournal.com]

{ Standing there and spinning a scalpel with an odd degree of skill, Namine's going to stare at him-turned-her with blank eyes. }

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

What do you want?

hm... all of my characters are magnetized to the kitchen area

[unstably.livejournal.com]

{ She continues spinning the scalpel, poise and expression unchanged. She tilts her head and walks a step closer. } You never seemed like the assertive aggressive type, XII.

same for a bunch of mine. Peaches for one, coffee for the other.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

...You have obviously never met a Larxene then.

mine are there for food. ...oh wait

[unstably.livejournal.com]

{ She continues spinning that scalpel, as she stares at her thoughtfully. } They've always seemed like the passive aggressive type. Is that a peach?

{ Way to ignore her, Namine. }

coffee = food, ttly.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

No, it's an apple.

more like the essence of life.

[unstably.livejournal.com]

It looks like a peach.

{ Her username is unstably for a reason. }

gross tasting essense of life.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

It was sarcasm, dumbass.

well, frappaccinos aren't so bad...

[unstably.livejournal.com]

You're bitter today.

{ More staring. I wonder how long it'll take for Larxene/Greed to either get creeped out or absolutely pissed? }

they'd taste better without the coffee part.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

You're a persistent little brat today.

[unstably.livejournal.com]

You're not Larxene.

{ Still spinning her scalpel, though she's eying the peach she has. }

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

Says who?

i'm making those red lobster biscuits. :|

[unstably.livejournal.com]

Says me. Do you disagree?

{ Narrows her eyes as well. }

oh greedku~

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[well please just ignore the child wandering into the kitchen with a rumbling stomach.]

he's been a puddle of emo all week :<

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

I swear, if someone took them...

she's wanted to talk to him

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[kind of needs to get in the fridge, so she leans against the counter to wait.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

...What.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[lowers her his head a bit, knowing better than to piss off a Larxene while in a body that can't fight.]

Nothin', just waiting for the fridge to be free.

[considers commenting on the peach.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

Have at it.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[heads to the fridge, pausing to glance back at her.]

Uh, y'know, the peaches kind of belong to someone...

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Me.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[well she understands that. and wonders vaguely if taking a peach for herself will give any clues to who she is. she grabs an apple instead, though.]

So... you're not really a Larxene, then.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

What, most Larxenes not have a drinking habit?

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[crunches into the apple, trying not to roll his eyes. he might seem a tad jittery as well, because this body's been infected by darkness and that's really not something Kairi's used to.]

Dunno, I think the one back in my world might've.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

Fun. Bet she's even more of a bitch when drunk.