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Who: Vanitas and Xigbar
When: late Friday night
Where: Xigbar and Xemnas' humble abode
Summary: SURPRISE HOUSE GUEST! Also some Nobodies' kitchen is ransacked by a teenager.
Warnings: Just two trolls under one roof. Maybe some X-Box. Also BBS spoilers.
[if there is one place Vanitas is not returning to immediately after that little power incident and the haze of fighting clears somewhat, it's his own house. not that Baldy isn't useful to keep around anymore, but giving the old man some space after he was bursting with practically more light than Ventus seemed like a healthy decision for both him and Vanitas.]
[and Ventus. he'd rather not dwell on their fighting the past few days, how despite his overwhelming darkness, Ventus had still managed to quell it. they had clashed, all right, but Vanitas had been unable to fulfill his purpose. their purpose.]
[but that's dwelling. darkness being that he is, it's not safe for Vanitas to be wandering around outside in the state he's in- exhausted and bruised without a lick of an admittedly small amount of healing magic left in his body. so he elects to drag his tired limbs through a Corridor toward the only place he can think of where he won't be forced to shell out money.]
[it would explain, then, why a familiar kid with an even more familiar face more or less winds up passed out on the couch in Xigbar's apartment, the helmet dropped haphazardly on its side on the floor beside him.]
When: late Friday night
Where: Xigbar and Xemnas' humble abode
Summary: SURPRISE HOUSE GUEST! Also some Nobodies' kitchen is ransacked by a teenager.
Warnings: Just two trolls under one roof. Maybe some X-Box. Also BBS spoilers.
[if there is one place Vanitas is not returning to immediately after that little power incident and the haze of fighting clears somewhat, it's his own house. not that Baldy isn't useful to keep around anymore, but giving the old man some space after he was bursting with practically more light than Ventus seemed like a healthy decision for both him and Vanitas.]
[and Ventus. he'd rather not dwell on their fighting the past few days, how despite his overwhelming darkness, Ventus had still managed to quell it. they had clashed, all right, but Vanitas had been unable to fulfill his purpose. their purpose.]
[but that's dwelling. darkness being that he is, it's not safe for Vanitas to be wandering around outside in the state he's in- exhausted and bruised without a lick of an admittedly small amount of healing magic left in his body. so he elects to drag his tired limbs through a Corridor toward the only place he can think of where he won't be forced to shell out money.]
[it would explain, then, why a familiar kid with an even more familiar face more or less winds up passed out on the couch in Xigbar's apartment, the helmet dropped haphazardly on its side on the floor beside him.]