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"I thought ya wouldn' be here," replied Xigbar. They had only parted ways awhile ago, or at least what Xigbar considered only awhile. When one thought about it, Zexion probably shouldn't've been there anyway. As far as he had understood, and apparently he had been wrong in that information, Zexion had perished. Yet here he was, in the Castle...doing something that probably wasn't good.
Not that Xigbar was good or anything, hehheh, but honestly...how could someone who manipulated darkness not be, like, emotionless, evil incarnate? Right? At least, that's how Xigbar thought of it. He would never admit to his own darkness...
"So why d'ya think I'd be back in Hollow Bastion anyway? Because of what that Baka-whatever-da-hell his name said about the booze? An' what are ya doin' here? Weren't ya gonna look for Riku or somethin? I dropped Namine off in her room to pull her brains together after the Shif in space. Didn' think she was used to it. What did ya say yer doin' here?"
Let the other Nobody try to pull all that apart, thought Xigbar, a smirk in his mind. One point to the Freeshooter if he was right in guessing Zexion would just walk away and ignore him. One point to Zexion if he anwered...
And if he answered, Xigbar was a flying, pink buffalo...
Zexion's eyes narrowed slightly at the double meaning in Xigbar's first words, though he let the man finish speaking, never one to cut in unnecessarily. There was also the matter of trying to translate everything Xigbar said into actual words.
He never understood why Xigbar spoke with such a thick dialect in the first place. It wasn't as if he could remember how he sounded before becoming a Nobody. Did his body remember things that his non-existent heart didn't? Or was he just deceiving himself into thinking so? Tisk. One of the original six should know better.
He folded the piece of paper in his hands, sliding it into his pocket lest Number II show more interest than he had already.
"I live here." He said simply, raising an eyebrow. "I assure you, I can scheme and walk at the same time if that's what you're concerned about."
His tone shifted from dry to curious so that his words would not be misconstrued. "I assumed you still lived on Hollow Bastion. Was I mistaken?"
The last time he was in the Castle, Xigbar had been researching elsewhere. He had no reason to think this might have changed in any way, save for the recent decrease in members.
"After ya came back from tha dead? Don' worry. I ain't worried about ya."
So he was a half pint flying, pink buffalo, then.
Xigbar was certain there was more to Zexion being in the area than just "I live here"-ness. Plus, it seemed to the Freeshooter that the other was probably really there for scheming and walking. Question was...what was he scheming about? He could ask, or rather poke around to get some answers; Xigbar wasn't as stupid as he acted, but unless Zexion were trying to kill him, he really wasn't that concerned.
He'd just go with the flow, as he usually did, and let the other thing he was acting carefree. Most would think that, especially with his accent, that sometimes would get thicker if he was not paying attention...or really, really drunk, or...nevermind.
"I've kinda moved back here, actually. Temporarily. I was lookin' fer some stuff in Traverse Town. Might go back der, too. It's got some good booze, if ya know where ta go." He laughed, the sound of his voice echoing through the halls. "Though I doubt ya could handle the stuff they made der."
Not that Xigbar was certain whether or not Zexion drank, but he got the impression the other Nobody was...well...had a stick up his ass? A snob? Same thing?
Xigbar would be right in that assumption. Zexion's constitution for alcohol had gone from nothing to, perhaps, nothing + 1 over the years. He didn't make a habit of drinking anything that smelled like cat piss on a hot day, which as far as he was concerned was all alcohol in existence. At least Xigbar had the decency to use mouthwash, if that was in fact the cause of his peculiar scent.
He made a quick mental note of the other Nobody's movements, writing them off as 'of no concern for now'. He didn't underestimate Xigbar - mindlessly alcoholic as he appeared to be - but then he usually didn't have very much to do with him that extended beyond common courtesy. He wasn't involved with the events that caused four years of existential angst after all.
If he was back in the castle for a while, Zexion would have to keep an eye on River. Or perhaps see what came of interaction between the two.
"You're right. Alcohol is very much your forte, not mine." One would think that Zexion spoke solely in veiled insults sometimes.
He sniffed the air lightly and gave a small shrug at the latter question, folding his arms loosely over his chest soon after. "Axel hasn't returned as yet."
The corner of his lips curved a little, the suggestion of a smile or smirk. "Bored with the Castle already?"
Ah, the world really was going to hell; did Xigbar detect a possible...oh my goodness yes! It was some sort of reaction! Zexion had, gasp, the ability to move his lips to form different expressions! This day was getting even more exciting!
He might even have a bit of a sense of humor. Or something. Oh well. So Zexion wouldn't be his drinking buddy for tonight. That meant he could actually do something. He just had to figure out what...
"So the Flamer's off causing havoc, eh?" Not that he necessarily wanted to know what Axel was doing, but sometimes it was better to know where everyone was. The problem was, at this time, he really didn't know where most of the Organization was located. They could be doing a tango with a giant stuffed bear, and he wouldn't know it.
In reality, Xigbar wasn't really worried about the others' wellbeing, except for Demyx. The kid really was strong, but hated fighting with, what seemed like, a passion. Of course, he would make it his business if the other Nobodies were fucking with his research... For example, if one of the other Nobodies decided to take out Traverse Town with a giant raygun, Xigbar would Not Be Pleased. That was an important world for his research, damnit! He'd smack the dope with a rolled up newspaper like the bad kitty they were! The Superior would then probably be a bit upset with him, but oh well...
"Haven't really done too much," he said, stretching and popping his shoulders and back. "Checked out my room again and was just about ta search de castle. Quiet here. Ya might want ta check on Namine before ya go ta look fer Riku..."
Boy, were they avoiding some sort of subject or what? Like...oh, all of them? Soon enough they'd be asking each other about the weather!
Despite all evidence to the contrary, it was not unheard of for Zexion to make facial expressions. Astoundingly enough, he even took it upon himself to react to what others were saying sometimes - it was earth shattering, really. Amazing conclusions were yet to be drawn.
Zexion might have some sort of personality. (Composed of mocking, scheming and general soul-deep distaste as it was.) He was feeling particularly restless today though, and since Xigbar was going to be in the castle for a while he took it upon himself to learn a little more about the other Nobody. One could only be comfortable 'not interfering' if they knew exactly what was going on around them. He sorted through the babble.
"Everyone needs a hobby, Xigbar." He replied offhandedly to the comment about Axel. He could have told Xigbar that searching the castle would be completely fruitless, but he refrained. Everyone needed a hobby, and so long as he didn't have to deal with it all the more power to Xigbar.
"Noise isn't conducive to backstabbing." He filled in dryly, for the sake of keeping Xigbar's interest. At the mention of Riku, he gave a slight shrug as if it didn't matter to him one way or the other. In truth, he was...disappointed and a little offended. The boy who could defeat he and Lexaeus was brought down by a little girl in a white dress. Even Zexion could do better than that.
"Riku's gone. Looking for him would be fruitless." He sounded slightly bored, as if he hadn't bothered to look at all. He lifted one of his arms, sweeping pale lilac hair out of his eyes with a flick of his fingers. Someone had once called it a hair-flip. They were dead. "I'm going back to my room to rest."
He wasn't going to bother seeing The Witch either, but he counted on it getting a rise out of Xigbar.
Well, he supposed that Zexion did have a point...or several of them. Everyone did need a hobby. Like his: space, and anything to do with it.
But didn't having hobbies mean having some sort of pleasure come from them which mean having, oh...emotions? He'd have to run that by the Superior next time he saw him...just for some giggles.
Now the question was, what did Zexion mean about noise an all that? He hated that word...backstabbing...it was kinda what he was thinking about, and that made him a bit uncomfortable. Still, no point in really worrying about it, right?
"I doubt Riku's gone permanently. He's kinda...weird, ya know." He chuckled a little, watching Zexion flip his hair. It was kinda funny watching someone who was often so serious make such a gesture. It was almost human...
"So yer not gonna see yer girlfriend?" he said, meaning Namine. Odd. Zexion had almost, emphasis on the almost, appeared a bit concerned for her. Almost. Guess he was wrong.
"Weird?" Zexion asked with detached interest. "I would have picked 'irritating'. What makes you think he'll be coming back?"
Considering that his power was so similar to Zexion's, weird wasn't the word the Nobody would use for it. He said that Riku was gone, never where, how, or if it was possible that he'd survived. Part of the reason was that he didn't feel like sharing with Xigbar, but another part of it was that he simply didn't know. He couldn't gage how the boy's power had changed in the last few years without meeting him first, and though he wore the same mask of casual indifference, Xigbar had managed to catch his interest.
The Superior said not to interfere, which made the boy a degree or two more worthy of his interest. And possibly a gentle nudge in the right direction.
Girlfriend? Last time he'd seen her, Namine was jailbait. "If my girlfriend existed anywhere but inside your head..." He thought for a moment then shrugged. "The answer would still be the same."
Irritating...that said a lot about what Zexion thought of Riku. Still, Xigbar had never really thought about why he believed such things. He just did. Hell, there were so many surprises popping up lately, like Zexion, that he was pretty sure now that Riku wasn't dead.
But instead of saying all of this, Xigbar just shrugged. "Don't know how I know he's out there. Maybe I'm wrong. Doesn't really matter ta me, though."
It was kinda funny to listen to the other reply to what he had said with Namine. It was almost...as if he was a bit...confused? Speechless? Wanted to say something snide and couldn't quite get it out that way? Ah well.
"Yer choice ta do whatever ya want, boy. Not much really ta do right now, though. At least here. What do ya do anyway, Zexion? Ya don't look like a fighter."
That was an interesting question. What were any of them really doing? Well, other than blowing stuff up or something like that...
Getting nowhere with Xigbar was surprisingly frustrating. Strange because Zexion never had a short temper, or anything that resembled a lack of patience. He was deceiving himself if he thought those few outbursts had anything to do with change or something more; he'd wanted them to be there, wanted there to be something.
Zexion scowled a little despite himself. God, he was becoming an idiot.
Aside from that, he shouldn't have expected much from the other Nobody - he shouldn't have expected anything, in fact. So why did he insist on pushing it now? It wasn't as if they didn't have all the time in the world. So he let it slide with another small shrug.
What did he do here now, with no Vexen to annoy or Lexaeus to make sure they didn't tear at each other's throats? He wasn't the type of person who actively sought-out companionship but he had to admit, the castle was boring with only the few people it contained. It was why he lingered now with Xigbar though he knew there was nothing to be gained but non-toxic brownie points.
He was bored too. The difference was, he had a weapon to program.
He slipped his hands into his pockets this time, his eyes focused on Xigbar's even from behind that veil of hair. "Why do you feel obliged to carry on a conversation, Xigbar?"
There was that tone again, a direct question that lacked the kind of malice that would make it rude.
"Good question," he replied, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, and tapping the side of the box. Hm...why was he still talking to Zexion despite the fact that they guy wasn't going to say too much and he certainly wasn't going to say anything?
Ah, well...that was easy. Sometimes what a person didn't say said a lot...
What was he telling to Zexion, though?
"Guess I've got nothing better to do right now," he said finally. After all, there was no clear plan for what to do now. "Why? Ya got a better idea?"
Well, Zexion thought, I have marginally better things to do.
He could only do so much programing without a precise goal in mind.
It was no wonder the Organization fell apart when it did, even before Axel and Marluxia's manipulations, a rift had been growing between members of the Organization. There were the the elders, the Neophytes, and those who chose not to become involved with either group. It was to be expected with each member seeing the other the same way they might see a chess pieces; ultimately, they looked out for their own best interests.
Xigbar wasn't the only one wonder what plans the other had up his sleeve. Ah paranoia, Zexion's new - and currently only - bestest friend.
"For you?" Zexion shrugged, his features remaining impassive as ever. "What do you do anyway, Xigbar? You don't seem like much of a brooder."
Xigbar took out a cigarette, put the pack away, and then lit it, taking a deep breath of the nicotine stick, and blowing the putrid air away from Zexion. Sure, he could be a prick about it and blow it in the guy's face, but he didn't have any reason to at the moment. It wasn't like they were fighting, and technically, he supposed, they were allies. Technically. Or something.
Well, a pity the other man didn't have any idea. He could use something to do, whether it meant having sex, or blowing something up, or maybe even something on the serious side. Ah well.
As for the comment...perhaps he wasn't one to brood often, but he wasn't exactly one to just jump into things...usually. Okay, maybe sometimes. When he was feeling dangerous.
Which might have been most of the time...
"Research," he said, after taking another drag. "As long as I've got the right test subjects or objects. Room's a mess, and I don' feel like cleanin' it up now."
Though Xigbar blew the smoke away from him, Zexion wrinkled his nose at the Stick of Ungodly Aromas. Here he was complaining about how there were showers for a reason and Xigbar's room was probably not a whole lot better than an unwashed Nobody's armpit. He learned fun things every day, didn't he?
Zexion sighed, reaching out to try snatching the end of Xigbar's cigar between his finger tips. If he manged to, he would pinch the end clean off using just his fingernails. He filed them sharp for a reason. "If you're that bored, you can play with one of my experiments. I just brought her in and I believe she is awake enough to be moving around."
He shot a look at the end of Xigbar's cigar, as if to profess his hate of anything that interfered with his sense of smell. Then he waited for Xigbar to ask him what the catch was, if he'd garnered any interest at all. Everyone knew Zexion well enough to know nothing he offered came without strings but there was a reason they asked after him anyway. He delivered.
Xigbar, thankfully, was not a mindreader, or else he probably would have dragged Zexion to his room and proved to him that it was most certainly not the smell of a Nobody's armpit...no! It was more like gunpowder and other things that go boom in the night. Which, frankly, isn't exactly pleasant either.
He did, on the other hand, move the cigarette away from those fingers. Yeah, it smelled bad, but he had to get his nicotine fix.
"Sounds kinda interestin', since I've got nothin' better ta do. Whatcha want in return?" Xigbar was dense, but he wasn't that dense. Really not. Usually, that is. But he really wasn't afraid of whatever Zexion would ask. The Superior would probably be pretty upset if something happened to him due to another Nobody's idiocy, but on the otherhand...
Well, there was that whole thing with Marluxia and his lackies...
He didn't like his cigar-snatching plans thwarted. It wasn't like the other nobody could develop a nice malignant cancer for his efforts, Nobodies being above karma and all that, so letting Xigbar continue to smoke really wasn't doing much more than screwing with his sense of smell. This would not do.
He blew gently on the tips of his fingers as if he'd actually managed to touch the end of the cigar. The tip of Xigbar's cigar fell to the floor, the only visible smoke now curling from that end. It was only an illusion, but still mildly satisfying. This was a habit he'd very recently picked up.
"A favour." He said, casually as if it didn't matter to him one way or another. A favour in exchange for something so trivial was almost insignificant.
Not that Xigbar was good or anything, hehheh, but honestly...how could someone who manipulated darkness not be, like, emotionless, evil incarnate? Right? At least, that's how Xigbar thought of it. He would never admit to his own darkness...
"So why d'ya think I'd be back in Hollow Bastion anyway? Because of what that Baka-whatever-da-hell his name said about the booze? An' what are ya doin' here? Weren't ya gonna look for Riku or somethin? I dropped Namine off in her room to pull her brains together after the Shif in space. Didn' think she was used to it. What did ya say yer doin' here?"
Let the other Nobody try to pull all that apart, thought Xigbar, a smirk in his mind. One point to the Freeshooter if he was right in guessing Zexion would just walk away and ignore him. One point to Zexion if he anwered...
And if he answered, Xigbar was a flying, pink buffalo...
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He never understood why Xigbar spoke with such a thick dialect in the first place. It wasn't as if he could remember how he sounded before becoming a Nobody. Did his body remember things that his non-existent heart didn't? Or was he just deceiving himself into thinking so? Tisk. One of the original six should know better.
He folded the piece of paper in his hands, sliding it into his pocket lest Number II show more interest than he had already.
"I live here." He said simply, raising an eyebrow. "I assure you, I can scheme and walk at the same time if that's what you're concerned about."
His tone shifted from dry to curious so that his words would not be misconstrued. "I assumed you still lived on Hollow Bastion. Was I mistaken?"
The last time he was in the Castle, Xigbar had been researching elsewhere. He had no reason to think this might have changed in any way, save for the recent decrease in members.
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So he was a half pint flying, pink buffalo, then.
Xigbar was certain there was more to Zexion being in the area than just "I live here"-ness. Plus, it seemed to the Freeshooter that the other was probably really there for scheming and walking. Question was...what was he scheming about? He could ask, or rather poke around to get some answers; Xigbar wasn't as stupid as he acted, but unless Zexion were trying to kill him, he really wasn't that concerned.
He'd just go with the flow, as he usually did, and let the other thing he was acting carefree. Most would think that, especially with his accent, that sometimes would get thicker if he was not paying attention...or really, really drunk, or...nevermind.
"I've kinda moved back here, actually. Temporarily. I was lookin' fer some stuff in Traverse Town. Might go back der, too. It's got some good booze, if ya know where ta go." He laughed, the sound of his voice echoing through the halls. "Though I doubt ya could handle the stuff they made der."
Not that Xigbar was certain whether or not Zexion drank, but he got the impression the other Nobody was...well...had a stick up his ass? A snob? Same thing?
"Ya seen any of de others?"
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He made a quick mental note of the other Nobody's movements, writing them off as 'of no concern for now'. He didn't underestimate Xigbar - mindlessly alcoholic as he appeared to be - but then he usually didn't have very much to do with him that extended beyond common courtesy. He wasn't involved with the events that caused four years of existential angst after all.
If he was back in the castle for a while, Zexion would have to keep an eye on River. Or perhaps see what came of interaction between the two.
"You're right. Alcohol is very much your forte, not mine." One would think that Zexion spoke solely in veiled insults sometimes.
He sniffed the air lightly and gave a small shrug at the latter question, folding his arms loosely over his chest soon after. "Axel hasn't returned as yet."
The corner of his lips curved a little, the suggestion of a smile or smirk. "Bored with the Castle already?"
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He might even have a bit of a sense of humor. Or something. Oh well. So Zexion wouldn't be his drinking buddy for tonight. That meant he could actually do something. He just had to figure out what...
"So the Flamer's off causing havoc, eh?" Not that he necessarily wanted to know what Axel was doing, but sometimes it was better to know where everyone was. The problem was, at this time, he really didn't know where most of the Organization was located. They could be doing a tango with a giant stuffed bear, and he wouldn't know it.
In reality, Xigbar wasn't really worried about the others' wellbeing, except for Demyx. The kid really was strong, but hated fighting with, what seemed like, a passion. Of course, he would make it his business if the other Nobodies were fucking with his research...
For example, if one of the other Nobodies decided to take out Traverse Town with a giant raygun, Xigbar would Not Be Pleased. That was an important world for his research, damnit! He'd smack the dope with a rolled up newspaper like the bad kitty they were! The Superior would then probably be a bit upset with him, but oh well...
"Haven't really done too much," he said, stretching and popping his shoulders and back. "Checked out my room again and was just about ta search de castle. Quiet here. Ya might want ta check on Namine before ya go ta look fer Riku..."
Boy, were they avoiding some sort of subject or what? Like...oh, all of them? Soon enough they'd be asking each other about the weather!
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Zexion might have some sort of personality. (Composed of mocking, scheming and general soul-deep distaste as it was.) He was feeling particularly restless today though, and since Xigbar was going to be in the castle for a while he took it upon himself to learn a little more about the other Nobody. One could only be comfortable 'not interfering' if they knew exactly what was going on around them. He sorted through the babble.
"Everyone needs a hobby, Xigbar." He replied offhandedly to the comment about Axel. He could have told Xigbar that searching the castle would be completely fruitless, but he refrained. Everyone needed a hobby, and so long as he didn't have to deal with it all the more power to Xigbar.
"Noise isn't conducive to backstabbing." He filled in dryly, for the sake of keeping Xigbar's interest. At the mention of Riku, he gave a slight shrug as if it didn't matter to him one way or the other. In truth, he was...disappointed and a little offended. The boy who could defeat he and Lexaeus was brought down by a little girl in a white dress. Even Zexion could do better than that.
"Riku's gone. Looking for him would be fruitless." He sounded slightly bored, as if he hadn't bothered to look at all. He lifted one of his arms, sweeping pale lilac hair out of his eyes with a flick of his fingers. Someone had once called it a hair-flip. They were dead. "I'm going back to my room to rest."
He wasn't going to bother seeing The Witch either, but he counted on it getting a rise out of Xigbar.
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But didn't having hobbies mean having some sort of pleasure come from them which mean having, oh...emotions? He'd have to run that by the Superior next time he saw him...just for some giggles.
Now the question was, what did Zexion mean about noise an all that? He hated that word...backstabbing...it was kinda what he was thinking about, and that made him a bit uncomfortable. Still, no point in really worrying about it, right?
"I doubt Riku's gone permanently. He's kinda...weird, ya know." He chuckled a little, watching Zexion flip his hair. It was kinda funny watching someone who was often so serious make such a gesture. It was almost human...
"So yer not gonna see yer girlfriend?" he said, meaning Namine. Odd. Zexion had almost, emphasis on the almost, appeared a bit concerned for her. Almost. Guess he was wrong.
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Considering that his power was so similar to Zexion's, weird wasn't the word the Nobody would use for it. He said that Riku was gone, never where, how, or if it was possible that he'd survived. Part of the reason was that he didn't feel like sharing with Xigbar, but another part of it was that he simply didn't know. He couldn't gage how the boy's power had changed in the last few years without meeting him first, and though he wore the same mask of casual indifference, Xigbar had managed to catch his interest.
The Superior said not to interfere, which made the boy a degree or two more worthy of his interest. And possibly a gentle nudge in the right direction.
Girlfriend? Last time he'd seen her, Namine was jailbait. "If my girlfriend existed anywhere but inside your head..." He thought for a moment then shrugged. "The answer would still be the same."
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But instead of saying all of this, Xigbar just shrugged. "Don't know how I know he's out there. Maybe I'm wrong. Doesn't really matter ta me, though."
It was kinda funny to listen to the other reply to what he had said with Namine. It was almost...as if he was a bit...confused? Speechless? Wanted to say something snide and couldn't quite get it out that way? Ah well.
"Yer choice ta do whatever ya want, boy. Not much really ta do right now, though. At least here. What do ya do anyway, Zexion? Ya don't look like a fighter."
That was an interesting question. What were any of them really doing? Well, other than blowing stuff up or something like that...
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Zexion scowled a little despite himself. God, he was becoming an idiot.
Aside from that, he shouldn't have expected much from the other Nobody - he shouldn't have expected anything, in fact. So why did he insist on pushing it now? It wasn't as if they didn't have all the time in the world. So he let it slide with another small shrug.
What did he do here now, with no Vexen to annoy or Lexaeus to make sure they didn't tear at each other's throats? He wasn't the type of person who actively sought-out companionship but he had to admit, the castle was boring with only the few people it contained. It was why he lingered now with Xigbar though he knew there was nothing to be gained but non-toxic brownie points.
He was bored too. The difference was, he had a weapon to program.
He slipped his hands into his pockets this time, his eyes focused on Xigbar's even from behind that veil of hair. "Why do you feel obliged to carry on a conversation, Xigbar?"
There was that tone again, a direct question that lacked the kind of malice that would make it rude.
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Ah, well...that was easy. Sometimes what a person didn't say said a lot...
What was he telling to Zexion, though?
"Guess I've got nothing better to do right now," he said finally. After all, there was no clear plan for what to do now. "Why? Ya got a better idea?"
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He could only do so much programing without a precise goal in mind.
It was no wonder the Organization fell apart when it did, even before Axel and Marluxia's manipulations, a rift had been growing between members of the Organization. There were the the elders, the Neophytes, and those who chose not to become involved with either group. It was to be expected with each member seeing the other the same way they might see a chess pieces; ultimately, they looked out for their own best interests.
Xigbar wasn't the only one wonder what plans the other had up his sleeve. Ah paranoia, Zexion's new - and currently only - bestest friend.
"For you?" Zexion shrugged, his features remaining impassive as ever. "What do you do anyway, Xigbar? You don't seem like much of a brooder."
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Well, a pity the other man didn't have any idea. He could use something to do, whether it meant having sex, or blowing something up, or maybe even something on the serious side. Ah well.
As for the comment...perhaps he wasn't one to brood often, but he wasn't exactly one to just jump into things...usually. Okay, maybe sometimes. When he was feeling dangerous.
Which might have been most of the time...
"Research," he said, after taking another drag. "As long as I've got the right test subjects or objects. Room's a mess, and I don' feel like cleanin' it up now."
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Zexion sighed, reaching out to try snatching the end of Xigbar's cigar between his finger tips. If he manged to, he would pinch the end clean off using just his fingernails. He filed them sharp for a reason. "If you're that bored, you can play with one of my experiments. I just brought her in and I believe she is awake enough to be moving around."
He shot a look at the end of Xigbar's cigar, as if to profess his hate of anything that interfered with his sense of smell. Then he waited for Xigbar to ask him what the catch was, if he'd garnered any interest at all. Everyone knew Zexion well enough to know nothing he offered came without strings but there was a reason they asked after him anyway. He delivered.
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Xigbar, thankfully, was not a mindreader, or else he probably would have dragged Zexion to his room and proved to him that it was most certainly not the smell of a Nobody's armpit...no! It was more like gunpowder and other things that go boom in the night. Which, frankly, isn't exactly pleasant either.
He did, on the other hand, move the cigarette away from those fingers. Yeah, it smelled bad, but he had to get his nicotine fix.
"Sounds kinda interestin', since I've got nothin' better ta do. Whatcha want in return?" Xigbar was dense, but he wasn't that dense. Really not. Usually, that is. But he really wasn't afraid of whatever Zexion would ask. The Superior would probably be pretty upset if something happened to him due to another Nobody's idiocy, but on the otherhand...
Well, there was that whole thing with Marluxia and his lackies...
Still, he wasn't too worried.
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He blew gently on the tips of his fingers as if he'd actually managed to touch the end of the cigar. The tip of Xigbar's cigar fell to the floor, the only visible smoke now curling from that end. It was only an illusion, but still mildly satisfying. This was a habit he'd very recently picked up.
"A favour." He said, casually as if it didn't matter to him one way or another. A favour in exchange for something so trivial was almost insignificant.
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