still here

[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

[One of the kitchens is occupied by a slightly bent figure, who's busy pulling out a fresh tray of cookies from the oven. She knows this isn't the castle she was in moments ago, but that doesn't bother her at all. After all, she was here before.]

[ooc: h-hi guys! so um, used to rp here a looooong time ago. decided to stop by here once in a while to see if I still got it in me to rp. also I blame a certain someone]

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[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

[Do you know how hard it is to wash those? Do you even wash those?]

Nearing its time, but as long as there's still life in it, I'll keep on living.

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ Mother stop lecturing me. ]

Admirable, your majesty. Have you seen the young princess around?

[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

[I'm not lecturing yet. I'm lecturing when we reach discussion of your underwear's cleanliness.]

Not too long ago.

Hungry?

[Come to the Light side, we have cookies.]

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ We are not going to discuss my underwear. ]

You would offer one to something that is non-existent?

[ He seems emptier than usual, doesn't he? Maybe with a pinch of cruelty, mix in some sadism... You get the works. ]

[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

Non-existent? What matters is that you're in front of me right now.

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

Hah. [ A slight tilt of his head, facing the side for a moment. He smirked. ]

You're still so kind, even to a man like me.

[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

That may be the case, but there's still space left in this old heart for a once familiar face.

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

Does your heart forgive? Because it seems our Master never tried.

[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

It already did the moment I heard of the events that happened.

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

Why did you, then?

[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

I cared for you all as my own. Everyone in thta Castle is important to me.

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

Even those that stepped out of their bounds...

[ Just claps his hands. Congratulations. ]

[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

[Unimpressed look. Are you mocking her.]

Everyone deserves a second chance.

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[Xaldin might not be interested in those cookies, but someone is, if that disembodied hand sneaking through a warphole is any indication.

And the hand's owner? Sitting quite happily on the ceiling as he sticks his arm down the matching warphole.]

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ Hey, Xigbar, hey, what does it feel like having a knife poke against your hand. 8) A steak knife. ]

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[Where did you get that knife and why did I not see it before? Holding that hand still for a moment. Have to weigh options~]

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ That's a secret, but it's tapping against his hand. Are you still going to get a cookie? ]

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[...Yes. Repositioning the warphole and trying again.]

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ What are you planning, Xigbar. B| Xaldin flips the knife between his fingers. He's no Larxene, but he had to practice using a scalpel before. ]

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[Well, that's another warphole over there, and that's his hand creeping back out, so it looks like he's going at it from another direction.]

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ He eyes the cookie plate. Sneaky, sneaky --

Let's have a test. What will happen of, hypothetically, Xaldin pulled that hand farther, as if to drag Xigbar into said warphole?

Let's test it! ]

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[There's a yelp from the ceiling, and Xigbar is now elbow-deep in that warphole.

And flipping Xaldin off.]

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ Don't be such a crybaby, Xigbar. Xaldin squeezed the man's wrist, practically threatening to crush it.

He doesn't, of course. Maybe not yet. Actually, he takes a cookie, and bites it, making sure Xigbar saw that.

Hah. ]

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[This isn't crying. This is announcing his displeasure.

Besides, with both of Xaldin's hands occupied, Xigbar's free to warp in his other hand and grab a pair of cookies, before pulling the hand and the cookies back through the warphole. Let's see Xaldin answer that.]

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, simple: More wrist twisting, making sure to hear it crack a few times before finally letting go. ]

Do you need warm milk?