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[dacryphiliiaa.livejournal.com]

[ This door is being kicked open by a Larxene, looking cool and collected, and that's never a good sign. One hand up, her fingers are curled into a fist around a lock of blond hair, shaking it violently. ]

I know you're here. Next time you want to pull something like that with me, I won't be stopping at your skull.

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[itsdeplorable.livejournal.com]

Is there a problem, Larxene?

['sup. There's a Zexion. Just...watching.]

[dacryphiliiaa.livejournal.com]

[Not the shortstuff she was looking for. She flashes him a soft, sweet smile that he should see right through.]

Of course not.

[itsdeplorable.livejournal.com]

Is that so?

[He smirks ever so faintly.]

Well, I suppose that's no surprise. Even in the best of moods, a sadist is just that.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Next time who wants to pull something?

[she's so casual about talking to her doubles these days. After almost two years here, after all, it hardly seems unusual anymore. And it's fun watching them react to the sight of her with a daughter.

Said daughter tried to run and hide behind her mom when the door flew open, but she's far from steady on her feet yet and ended up tripping over.]

Nothing to cry over, you're not hurt.

[bends over and picks her up before she really starts bawling. Crying babies (or toddlers, in this case) are so annoying.]

[dacryphiliiaa.livejournal.com]

[Her hand stops moving and drops as Larxene stares at her exact copy, a perfect double but for that little ball of sunshine. That blank look on her face is quickly replaced with exasperation, and a smirk.]

Clever. Now who could be under there?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[there's a small brown cat coming from behind her to rub up against this double of his person.]

I don't see Zexy getting his nose out of a book long enough to play tricks, do you?

[howtoteenager.livejournal.com]

[hello Larxene, have a tinyBrit.]

Going to have to be more specific than that, love. There's a lot of people here.

[dacryphiliiaa.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, wrong blond. He's getting little more than a raised eyebrow.]

Is that so?

[howtoteenager.livejournal.com]

[he is kind of used that, lately. is the weird (http://i46.tinypic.com/o07812.jpg) outfit (http://i45.tinypic.com/b5mxb5.png) throwing her off too?]

Mmmhm. Loads upon loads of everyone.

[dontndbatteries.livejournal.com]

[just...glances at, at an annoyed alternate, who cares]

You're free to try, but you'd have to tell me what I did first. I think I'd remember pissing off myself.

[dacryphiliiaa.livejournal.com]

[She drops her hand at the double's words, crossing her arms under her chest.]

And I think I would remember the reverse. Who do you think you are?

[dontndbatteries.livejournal.com]

That's a stupid question to ask, obviously I'm you...only not. Or something.

[antedupmyheart.livejournal.com]

Now who would you be speaking to, I wonder?

[dacryphiliiaa.livejournal.com]

Oh, no one important.

[Do note that thick sarcasm. It's so far the opposite, nowadays.]

[antedupmyheart.livejournal.com]

No one is such a tricky term, these days.

[before]

[Oh hey, a Larxene. Holding hair. Damn, he feels bad for the sorry bastard she's after.]

[dacryphiliiaa.livejournal.com]

[He should. But now he's got her attention. Isn't that nice?]

Going for a new look, Axel?

[before]

Sorry, lady, that's not my name.

[Yes, lovely. He's so excited about having her attention.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Icon. You are getting that face.]

[dacryphiliiaa.livejournal.com]

[Aha. She's stalking straight toward him.]

Do you understand?

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Backpedals immediately, eyes narrowing.]

What?

[asilencedlife.livejournal.com]

[this look he's giving you is so unimpressed, Larxene.]

[dacryphiliiaa.livejournal.com]

[Really? Maybe he'll be more impressed if she walks right over and tries to grab him by the arm.]

Are you listening to me?

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ Creeper moment: He suddenly appears behind Larxene, bends down so lips can be near her ear-kind of thing. ]

Whose skull?

[dacryphiliiaa.livejournal.com]

[That makes her tense and whirl her head around to look at him, green eyes narrowed. But she's oh so casual about how she slides away from him.]

Does it matter?