Characters: Naminé, Marluxia, and maybe Larxene
Content: The witch's keepers have picked her up for a friendly chat. Ahahaha...
Setting: ?????
Time: backdated to right after
thisWarnings: Her keepers are creepy sons of a bitches. D:
Naminé sat obediently in the chair provided, never raising her eyes above Marluxia's feet. While she was grateful to him for not harming the people with her, she couldn't be certain of what would happen to her here.
She was in trouble. Of that, at least, she was certain. He had come to get her personally.
But she sat quietly, waiting to find out what she was in trouble for. For talking to people? For seeking out Repliku? She hadn't expected to find him anyway...