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[Why is he not surprised...]

Old habits, is it?

[ She'd totally say something to it but that voice is not familiar. So, she investigates by turning around and --

Oh my god Xaldin why are you so tall and no chest and those sideburns. Cough cough, calm down inside. ]

... What can I say, I love me a nice explosion. Look at the pretty colors.

[ WHY ARE YOU SO TALL IT'S LIKE LEXAEUS. ]

[Being male probably has something to do with it, and he's not quite sure what to say about the sight of Xigbar with boobs. But he can certainly hide that much. Oh the advantages of being heartless.

Interestingly, he seems to wear the same earrings as his female counterpart, if she thinks to look that closely (and isn't distracted by the sideburns).]

Should I be glad you're keeping it to things that should explode this time?

[Lexaeus is taller :|]

Don't be jealous because I found it first.

[ Those sideburns are distracting. Her hood is still up, of course. If III wanted to see her face, he'd have to remove it himself. You know, keep up the suspense, turn on the surprise.

What are personal boundaries. She extends a hand to tug those damn 'burns. ]

Want a crack at it, Fuzzy?

[ Yes. Yes he, and she, is. ]

[Yes, the sideburns are very much real and attached to his face, so that's Xaldin swatting Xigbar's hand off of them irritably. As for the hood, why remove it himself when he can get something else to do it for him, calling up a breeze with a brief gesture.

Let's have that hood off, shall we?]

If you're willing to make the offer.

[Just give him the means to light the fuse and light it he will.]

[ A little different than your usual Freeshooters, huh? Xigbar didn't have her ponytail on this time.

The sniper shakes her hand, mocking being in pain due to that silly swat, even though her facial features betrayed her because she looked so amused with that small grin on her face. Bend down, asshole. She had to go on her tip toes. ]

Adding a little despair to everything makes it a lot more violent, I heard.

[ She brings out what seems to be a dynamite from her right sleeve -- she made her own in the process, okay. It also has pretty flash powder formula. ]

[A little different indeed, and Xaldin takes a moment to categorize all the differences. Who knows when they might become useful?

He's not going to bend down for her though, although she might have expected that. Why should he bother?]

So I've heard. Shall we see?

[ To II, it's very, very obvious what the differences. She has to admit, though: They both have big chests. Ba dum tsh. Infact, let her give it a knock to check its authenticity -- m-muscles.

Because she'll take one of those dreads hostage later, but that's later. In the future. For now, she wants to see a nice explosion. Maybe even right on his face. ♥ Ssh. She puts on those shades. ]

Fire when ready! Or do you need a light?

[Spear-wielding is good exercise, and there's a hint of an amused (if not pleasant) smile at her test. He'll allow that much, at the least.]

I've my own.

[A blaze shard, pulled out of one of his pockets and set to the fuse. He's not going to let it explode in his face though, letting the wind carry it - gently, so as not to extinguish the fuse - away to a safe distance.]

[ She see's that smile and couldn't help but chuckle. At least III still had some sense of humor, even if the lancer was a he at the moment.

She watches and waits, and waits and -- ooh, did she mention to look at the pretty colors? She pushes the shades to actually wear them this time, as to not blind her too much. II only had one eye left. ]

I need to find a room full of these. Need. A lab would be nice, too, wouldn't you say?

[A very subtle sort of humor, but it's there all the same!

Xaldin squints against the brightness of it at all, but he can't admit that the colors are very nice indeed. But since he doesn't want to seem too eager...]

'For science,' is it?

What else? You know Braig loved seeing things blow up -- or is yours a little tamer than mine?

[ Smug grin is smug. Very familiar, innit? ]

Braig died with Dilan. Surely you know that.

[There's a mocking grin at that, but he continues on a moment later.]

But the man does love his explosions.

'Course I do. They died together, along with Even, Ienzo and Aeleus. Xehanort, too.

Too bad, huh?

[ Why yes, she did have a few more firecrackers in her pockets and sleeves. Who would have thought? Don't worry, though. it's not all explosives in them pouches of hers.

There's a few bullets and a lollipop or two. Infact, she takes one out. Strawberry & Cream flavored. ]

If Braig didn't, life would be boring. Wouldn't you say?

Yes, quite the shame.

[By his smile, he doesn't quite think it a shame. But he'll claim to all the same, like the bastard he is.]

Certainly less interesting.

[ 'Certainly less interesting,' huh -- ]

Are you saying you'd be the life of the party instead, Fuzzface?

[The only answer to that is another of those wicked smiles, as if to say 'what do you think?'

[ Cocky bastard. For that, she unwraps a second lollipop and shoves it in his mouth. Orange-soda flavored.

That's what she thinks. ]

[There's a blink at that, since his own Xigbar doesn't have a habit of shoving things into his mouth. Not that he's complaining of course. Far from it, in fact.]

Shall we see about finding you a place to create more of these, then?

[ Oh, he'd better not. It's one of the reasons why she shoved it in the man's mouth in the first place. ]

If the gentleman is willing to get back his old roots like a few seconds ago, yes.

Lead the way.

[This is likely his way of saying he's more than willing to.]

[ No spear down her spleen after the first five minutes? Good luck must be on her side today. She keeps those fancy shades that look just so fabulous on her in one of the coat pockets. Let us travel the far depths of the dressing room now! ]

Tell me... What's my male counterpart like?

[He's saving the spears for later. As for the question, there's a pause, and then he grins around the lollipop.]

Taller.

How much taller?

[ She's now preparing Plan Princess Deux Nostalgia -- sshh. B| She turns around to look at him, hand on the white stick. ]

[There's a brief pause, and then he holds his hand out at the appropriate height. Shorter than him, still, but a good deal taller than she is.]

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