in dull times [completed]
Character(s): Xigbar, Marluxia, later Demyx
Content: Uh... Xigbar chilling out, meets Marluxia... and a battle of wits begin. Or something of the sort.
Setting: Middle of the streets around [E6]
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Language, insults, etcetc.
This was getting really dull, the freeshooter mumbled as he walked around the area. For crying out loud, some son of an angel decided to fly away with his source of entertainment. Joy. Xigbar wasn't usually in a foul mood but this sort of action was simply unacceptable. Anything idiots did was usually unacceptable. Strangely enough, no one seemed to be around the ground he walked on.
More fun.
Number Two stopped walking, teleporting to every several feet to scout for someone or even something to get a bit of... enjoyment... out of. A someone would be nice-- the responses would be much more amusing compared to a chair or a table. Fuck, even Larxene was having fun and he wasn't-- a sneer spread across his face. Since when did--
All in one, Xigbar really needed to find another hobby; occasionally beating people up verbally wasn't as fun anymore. There wasn't enough emotion in this batch of idiots. If he could hope for anything, right now, he'd wish for some poor idiot to mentally dice up. Physically fighting was enjoyable but people who could make it enjoyable usually didn't give him the expression he wanted to see.
The screaming was starting to die out. While teleporting to make the world upside down, he gave a short grunt. When insulting, talking, and fighting were your only hobbies, the drawback was that you needed someone else or else you'd look insane.
Content: Uh... Xigbar chilling out, meets Marluxia... and a battle of wits begin. Or something of the sort.
Setting: Middle of the streets around [E6]
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Language, insults, etcetc.
This was getting really dull, the freeshooter mumbled as he walked around the area. For crying out loud, some son of an angel decided to fly away with his source of entertainment. Joy. Xigbar wasn't usually in a foul mood but this sort of action was simply unacceptable. Anything idiots did was usually unacceptable. Strangely enough, no one seemed to be around the ground he walked on.
More fun.
Number Two stopped walking, teleporting to every several feet to scout for someone or even something to get a bit of... enjoyment... out of. A someone would be nice-- the responses would be much more amusing compared to a chair or a table. Fuck, even Larxene was having fun and he wasn't-- a sneer spread across his face. Since when did--
All in one, Xigbar really needed to find another hobby; occasionally beating people up verbally wasn't as fun anymore. There wasn't enough emotion in this batch of idiots. If he could hope for anything, right now, he'd wish for some poor idiot to mentally dice up. Physically fighting was enjoyable but people who could make it enjoyable usually didn't give him the expression he wanted to see.
The screaming was starting to die out. While teleporting to make the world upside down, he gave a short grunt. When insulting, talking, and fighting were your only hobbies, the drawback was that you needed someone else or else you'd look insane.