Who: Lexaeus & Riku. (
tipofatlas and
walkthedawn. )
When: Backdated to Friday evening. August 13th.
Where: Slum area, still broken by the Earthquake.
Summary: A nice amiable spar goes a bit far.
Warnings: Right now, G.
[they had all been chance meetings (or just about) before, but this one was different. intentional, planned, and Lexaeus was right on time - had walked the opposite direction before taking a portal straight to the actual site, dressed in his Organization cloak instead of the usual 'modern' clothes. silent, maybe, but not imposing; watching, rather, for the other subject to show up.]
[this was a good spot. the ground was solid, even if it hadn't been before - it'd had enough time to settle into place, be as content as any piece of Earth stuck in Siren's Port could be.]
[the sun wasn't going down, but it might have been about an hour away from setting. it didn't really matter much. he wasn't entirely positive of what he was expecting to come out of this, but something would; Zexion's implications over what he'd been sensing (smelling) said as much. a test. go and see.]
[plus, it was a further chance to see the boy in person. all in all, not a bad deal.]