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[zzzappingly]

[Larxene is bored. She's sitting by an open bay window in the dressing room, feeling vaguely irritated at nothing and everything at the same time

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[cagedmemories]

[o-oh god. she needs to get out of there, but she has this feeling running would be bad.

...maybe if she stands very still...]

[zzzappingly]

Well. [a pause; the silence is loaded] If it isn't the witch. [She leans forward just a bit, watching the smaller girl carefully.] Where's your knight in shining armor? Oh... that's right. [she pauses again for dramatic effect] You broke him, didn't you?

[cagedmemories]

I- I don't know what you mean.

[any idea she has is from what other Larxenes and Marluxias have told her.]

[zzzappingly]

You don't remember? [she leans forward, genuinely interested, and laughs] Oh, that's... rich. Too bad he's not here. You could break his heart right over again!

[veridic]

You shouldn't be cruel.

[frownyface]

[zzzappingly]

And the Keyblade bearer, too. [She opens her palm up, just enough to grasp the panicking butterfly by a wing] I'm not being so cruel, Sora. [a pause; and her smirk grows a little more.] You remember what Namine did to you, right? It's not so different. We're both just playing with something... delicate.

[veridic]

[that's a mega-blank look on his face]

I know nothing about a Namine...

[zzzappingly]

[That's not exactly what she expected to hear; her grin falters and her facial expression sours] Don't play stupid with me. [She enunciates Namine's name carefu, emphasizing each syllable] Namine.

[llameante]

Rip and tear~?

[ping. a wild Axel appears.]

[zzzappingly]

Mm. But that ends it so quickly. [her voice borders on distaste, emphasizing the word 'quickly'] It's so much better to draw it out.

[llameante]

Oh, that is your kinda thing.

[zzzappingly]

How does that saying go? 'If you've got it, flaunt it?' It's just my little talent.

[pyromancing]

[walks over silently, leaning~]

[he gives her wrist a small whack, surprising her hopefully into letting it go as he looks out the window. he says nothing to her, only stares out.]

[zzzappingly]

[ Her grip is jarred, so that one hand jerks down but the other remains firmly in place; as a result one of the butterfly's wings tears.

She purses her lips and looks at him out of the corners of her eyes] Oh, now look what you've done. Why are you of all people being such a spoilsport?

[pyromancing]

[immensely disappointed by the outcome, and sighs, hands on the windowsill]

Must you destroy everything you come in contact with? It's not as much fun if you break all our toys.

Like a spoiled kid, you pick it up, shake it around, get bored and then smash it...

Things work a bit differently here.

[zzzappingly]

[leans back in her chair crossing one leg over the other and her arms in front of her chest, eyes slightly narrowed and her smile just a tad bit forced]

Oh, please. If you had a heart, Axel, it would be bleeding. [her smile becomes easier, increasingly cruel] You know we don't have feelings. Why pretend to be such a sap?

[she waves one hand lazily in a dismissive gesture] Anyway, they're just toys. There's plenty more of them where those came from.

[cattishly]

[b-bounces over, eyes wide]

Wooooow, you totally just caught that butterfly! You're awesome!

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[zzzappingly]

...

[zzzappingly]

[arches an eyebrow] You're, what, part cat? And you can't even do this much?

[cattishly]

Well, yeah, I usually end up squishin' 'em.