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[ There is a Larxene crouched in this room, the left side of his mouth smeared with blood, gripping locks of silver hair tightly between his gloved fingers. The smell of charred flesh and burnt rubber hangs thick in the air, visible in the hazy grey smoke. It comes from the impact of lightning on skin and armor and bone, shorting out nerves and numbing limbs and blackening the natural wooden floor to a large dark smear.

The replica sprawled across that blackened floor is female, and currently unconscious, but it's obvious she's taken the brunt of whatever bad mood he's in. Her head (and most of her torso) has been lifted off the floor by her hair.

He is not smiling. In fact, his face looks pretty blank for someone usually so expressive when causing others pain. ]

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[He allows his mouth to drop open, intentionally releasing her hair and her head with it, which promptly hits the floor.]

I was expecting a little more fun before she passed out.

[Yes, she's still alive, but who knows for how long? With Larxene in one of these moods, he could keep her alive for days before getting bored.]

[ Xigbar squats down, using a hand to turn the head to face her properly. She liked results. ]

She got a name?

You know what? She does. Amina.

[He falls back so he's sitting on his ass, resting one arm across his bent knee.]

I don't think it suits her.

Changing it, Lightning Bug?

[ And now she just toys with the replica, pulling her face all the way to the other side by the ear. See if her bodies turns along or her face somehow turns 180 degrees. ]

Maybe I will.

[Don't break her precious little neck.]

[ Someone's neck will break before the replicas, maybe. Pulling -- ] Keeping her? I've seen a few collars down the hall.

You make it sound like I'm interested in slavery.

[He isn't. Not really.]

Slavery? As if.

[ She lets go of Amina's ears, standing up to dust her hands. ] Sounded like you were considering her as a pet for a moment, you know?

I'm not interested in keeping her.

[She'd only last a few days at most with him anyway.]

Then what's she doing here?

I needed something to do today.

[To deal with his anger issues, but he won't say that to her. He can't even feel anger, isn't that right?]

Keep your mind off things? [ She slips a hand in a wormhole for a moment, as if reaching out to grab something. ]

Sounds like you have a thought.

Is that what I sound like?

[She would know, wouldn't she? Larxene's eying that vanished hand for the time being, wondering what she's up to.]

[ She doesn't pull out her hand just yet! ]

Mmhmm, but that's just me. You know, unless you really were just bored.

What else would I be?

[He dares you to suggest an emotion.]

[ Dare accepted. ]

Depressed, like the way women with hearts fill themselves up with cake everytime they have a break-up. You're just a little on the sadist side, riiight?

[ /waits for it -- ]

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