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[ people are acting strangely. more strange even, than said people looking so very much alike. even the mannerisms that one would expect are off. Marluxia is sitting in an armchair of an open area, a steaming cup of tea beside her on a small table. it is only a little unnerving how many people take one glance at her and quickly find somewhere else to be. ]

because I'm in a terrible mood and it's about time this secret came out

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[At least with the usual truth gas you have the option of avoiding a subject. We can't have that, can we? Today, riders of one particular train may find themselves with their darkest secrets written on their sleeve, literally. Or some other article of clothing.

Larxene doesn't realize it yet, but "I let Marluxia go" is emblazoned on her back for all to see as she and Akane exit the train in one of the main areas.]


((of course, it's referring to the kid spell a year and a half ago.))

We Can't Keep Waiting On Spring Any Longer

[a-single-petal.livejournal.com]

[Marluxia is chilling in the beach room today. He's tired of the cold weather. He's sprawled out on his back on a blanket he's spread out. It's so warm and peaceful here and he's feeling pretty relaxed and happy. He might even end up taking a nap out here...]


((OOC:Tags may be slow. LJ is refusing to e-mail me comment alerts. ~.~; LJ, why?))

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[Seems pretty unlikely an Even'd drop things so carelessly, right? Like those books on the floor, there?
Well, this figure of a scientist here is currently not paying much attention to the poor books, instead turning more of it to looking down at himself, confused.]

What the...?

((So I finally get a chance to post this thing. Backdated, obviously.))

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[In this kitchen you'll a rather boyishly dressed little Kairi standing on a chair at the kitchen counter to pour boiling water into a mug.

But then, disaster! A splash of water from the kettle all over the hand holding the mug steady. A young girl's hand being perhaps just a touch more sensitive to burning that those of an adult used to working with hot engines all day- but even in his own body it'd probably still hurt... just not as much.]

Fuck. Fuckfuckshitfuck.

[In an effort to knock off the compulsive cursing, 'she' hops off the chair get to the sink and run the burn(already a fairly angry looking red) under cool water.]

[ooc:backdated to the event, I should break this habit.]