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[thundery.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, look, it's Larxene. He doesn't seem to be up to anything today, just sitting in a lounge room in a busier area, feet propped up on a table as he oh so innocently flips through a book. ]

[[ooc: Y'know those magic invisible barriers Nobodies and Heartless like making? Yeah. Careful walking through one of those doorways, now! ♥]]

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[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[walks right into one of those barriers :| bounces back and hits the floor with a thud.]

....the hell?

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[and he makes no point of hiding his laughter whatsoever.]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[flicks some hair over her shoulder and rolls her eyes as she stands back up.]

Funny. Your work?

[thundery.livejournal.com]

Who, me?

[page flip~]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[snorts.]

Please, like any Larxene is really innocent.

[thundery.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you've got experience.

[then again, in this place, who doesn't?]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

Not as much as others, I'm sure. Mine was just the psych teacher.

[thundery.livejournal.com]

The what?

[run that by him again?]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

Psychology teacher at my old high school.

[grins~.]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

That's all? How boring.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[look who's not all defenseless any more as there's a short sword hanging at his hip (and a dagger hidden.
he seems rather self-confident when he suddenly collides with an invisible wall. needless to say, he no longer looks so sure of what's going on.]

W-what?

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[that makes him pretty much shriek with laughter.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[fff-

spins around and looks at Larxene, carefully arranging his face so that it looks like he just don't care.]

Ha ha. Hilarious. Can I go now?

[theyfallapart.livejournal.com]

[ New-ish Naminé stares, mouth agape, at this very male version of ...


.. oh. Here's to hoping he hasn't seen her, because she's backing out of the room now, kthnx. Except. Something won't let her out? ]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[oh, a Naminé. there's something he doesn't usually bother with. he'll just flip a page, eyes on the book as he speaks.]

Something wrong?

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[observe Sora crashing spectacularly into a wall, sending his bowl of cereal flying! and now there's cheerios in his hair.]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[that was the best impact he's seen yet. excuse Larxene as he erupts into a loud batch of cackles.]

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[whips around, Keyblade instinctively popping into his hand.]

Hey!

[do excuse the cheerio sliding off his bangs; aside from that he looks pretty serious.]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[stops laughing, a wide grin pulling at his face. he doesn't look the least bit worried.]

Problem?

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

That was your fault, wasn't it?

[reaches up with his free hand to brush more cheerios out of his hair.]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

And what if it was? It's not like I'm hurting anyone.

[but you can tell by his tone that he'd just love to.]

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[he crouches down in a fighting stance, then -- Sora learned early on not to like Larxenes, and cheerios in the hair is pretty insulting, as far as he's concerned.]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[snaps his book shut.]

Is that really what you want to do?

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[if the way he maintains his fighting position is any indicator, that's an affirmative.]

So what if you're not hurting anybody right now? That won't stop you from doing it later on!

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[in that case, he tosses the book on the floor, the air around him starting to crackle.]

Or maybe I already have. What do you think of that idea, hero?