Re-Intro . Accidental Roommates . Room 574,733 . Increasing Aphro

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It was unpleasant being dragged to this place yet again. Charles had better things to do- more important things to do... And not even the option of tormenting some innocent bystander could outweigh his present need to complete his mission. But there was no way out for now, he had learned that during previous visits, so all that he could do was

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Of course Zexion was pretty sure this was his room. There was no evidence of it belonging to anybody else, the hotel made sure of that. So not expecting anyone to enter he was trying to relax and sleep.

Though he should of known better. Hearing that voice he looked up but all his mind registered was pink hair. The minute he saw it Zexion lost all common sense. He immediately screamed, scrambled off the bed and huddled in a corner.

Seeing as sleeping in a cloak was impractical Charles would also get an eyeful of scars littering the boy's body. All seeming to come from thorns if he decided to pay them much mind.

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... Well at least he had managed to get a good reaction from this annoying intruder; on any other occasion he might have pounced on Zexion or even given him a hug in exchange for such amusement. But no pink eyes just looked over the young man as he scuttled away and Charley couldn't help but laugh, his strangely-sharp canines showing.

"Ah, did I interrupt a nice dream?" he asked in that same voice, tilting his head as he eyed the scars in mild curiosity. They were rather pretty, on a small form like that.

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Even if it wasn't Marluxia he found his phobia for pink hair was almost as great as his phobia of touch. It also didn't help that he could tell there was something not right with this guy.

"Not exactly." He said meekly. This man had all the traits of Marluxia and he could feel that terrible shiver of horrible things to come going along his spine.

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Oh, the poor thing was terrified... Just the sort of reaction that Charley practically thrived on. He chuckled low in his throat, easily getting off of the bed despite his long cloak and making his way over to kneel before Zexion. His pink eyes stare at him, glinting in both amusement and wickedness.

"Nightmares, then?"

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He sat up looking worriedly at Charles "If I didn't know better I would say I was still in one." He felt like a trapped rat but he was trying not to look to pathetic. That plan wasn't really working out because despite his tough face he was shaking.

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"So Big Brother looks like a nightmare to you? How cruel..." That grin was still present as he remained close to Zexion, a hand reaching out to stroke over his trembling cheek. It seemed like he was debating whether to kill him or embrace him. And with the Baskerville even a hug could possibly wind up causing injury.

Excuse me while I mentally huggle Charles

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"You look like someone I know who is a nightmare." He said. Unsure why he was telling him this but Zexion had little time to think coherently as the Baskerville stroked his cheek. He was shaking but now he was carrying the line of thought `if I move away he might hurt me'. So he stayed as still as he could.

Ohohoho~

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"Oh? What sort of person are they...?" He asked, voice still dangerously low and eyes still full of that certain type of curiosity that could mean nothing good for his victim. It really was cute how terrified the boy looked, and the trembling was almost so cute it made him laugh again.

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"Uncaring" Was the first word to pass his lips. Then he explained "He...hurt me without a single care, like it was nothing and my superior would do nothing about it." He didn't know why he was telling this man who looked like Marluxia everything but it seemed people were the most honest when they were afraid. "I planned to leave but then I was killed."