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....aw come on. *leaves Xaldin as 7th*
A woman is a woman, no matter her profession, no matter her species, no matter her casue of existence. It comes with so many job descriptions, being a woman, and one thing is a guarantee: whether exaggerated to the max or not, a problem is still a problem.
And this was a Problem.
"What have you DONE, Axel?!"
It was this sort of attention Axel lived for, and proving his point, made a point to pet Zexion's hair, like a pet he cared greatly for, except Axel didn't care for anything, and generally, pets reacted to their master's attention.
Zexion did nothing.
"Don't you like what I've done, Ari?" Axel purred. "He's still alive; doesn't that make you happy?"
She was a woman, emotionally attached to the shell without a mind. She wasn't happy. She was livid. Water ate fire. She could beat him. She had before. The nine glass spheres were circling her before she even knew it. "You sick...sick bastard."
A woman is a woman, no matter her profession, no matter her species, no matter her casue of existence. It comes with so many job descriptions, being a woman, and one thing is a guarantee: whether exaggerated to the max or not, a problem is still a problem.
And this was a Problem.
"What have you DONE, Axel?!"
It was this sort of attention Axel lived for, and proving his point, made a point to pet Zexion's hair, like a pet he cared greatly for, except Axel didn't care for anything, and generally, pets reacted to their master's attention.
Zexion did nothing.
"Don't you like what I've done, Ari?" Axel purred. "He's still alive; doesn't that make you happy?"
She was a woman, emotionally attached to the shell without a mind. She wasn't happy. She was livid. Water ate fire. She could beat him. She had before. The nine glass spheres were circling her before she even knew it. "You sick...sick bastard."