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[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[Marluxia steps out of a portal and into the Dressing Room, his expression settling into a sneer as he pushes back his hood and takes in his surroundings.]

Your illusion fails to amuse me, Zexion.

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[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[no touching! he moves away, eyes narrowing.]

Yes, I'm fine.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Do take care to be more aware of plants, hm? They seem to be more abundant around me, and I cannot always control their actions, you see.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Then don't distract me by shoving sharp, pointy things in my face.

[gets to his feet and takes a few steps back.]

Kitchen is that way, vacant rooms are that way. You can find the rest yourself.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Your help is much appreciated, I assure you.

[he could have just left you there, after all.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[yeah, yeah, he knows. so...]

Oh. And thanks for not killing me. I guess.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

[And with that, he's off to explore the rest of this place. Mind the vine under the floor, it still thinks you might be tasty even if you aren't a tree.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[yay, one more thing to be scared of. floors. wonderful. he'll just... head back to his room and stay there for the rest of the day. just to be safe.]