Marluxia's prison was a simple concrete storage shed, one of many that lined the waterfront, the dingy painted-on number on the roll-up metal door the only thing to distinguish it from its kin
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He jerked, but only slightly, when Yazoo spoke, and paid for it with a jolt of pain traveling from his legs up through his body. When Yazoo pulled the blindfold away he blinked in the light but otherwise stayed quite still, listening to him speak, doing his best not to recoil from his touch on his chest.
Septic? A corner of Marluxia's lip quirk, whether in dismay or amusement that the Yazoo thought prospect actually frightened him--it was impossible to tell.
He didn't respond to Yazoo--not verbally, at least. Instead, he raised his head--the only unbound part of his body, looked down his nose haughtily at Yazoo, and spat in his face.
Yazoo didn't flinch when the hot spittle landed on his cheek, but something in his eyes went very sharp. He wiped his cheek on his sleeve carefully, then pulled back his arm and punched Marluxia square in the teeth -- not hard enough to break any loose, but with more than enough force to bloody his lips and make him think twice about showing such open contempt again.
"I'm not going to cut your tongue out yet," Yazoo warned, rubbing his bruised knuckles and smirking, "but you really shouldn't do that again. You're a present for my brother. It'd be rude if I broke you before he even gets to play with you."
Loz had been a little saddened when he'd returned from 7th Heaven to find that Yazoo wasn't in their suite, but a quick check of the network remedied that. He jumped up and headed for the drawer in question - what they politely referred to as an underwear drawer despite the fact that it held little in the way of underwear and much in the way of far more entertaining things. He rifled through the drawer's contents, but after only a moment he grew impatient and yanked the drawer out of its bureau, overturning it on the bed. Of course the note was on the underside of the drawer; he took it and left the drawer and its contents overturned on the bed as he read
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Septic? A corner of Marluxia's lip quirk, whether in dismay or amusement that the Yazoo thought prospect actually frightened him--it was impossible to tell.
He didn't respond to Yazoo--not verbally, at least. Instead, he raised his head--the only unbound part of his body, looked down his nose haughtily at Yazoo, and spat in his face.
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"I'm not going to cut your tongue out yet," Yazoo warned, rubbing his bruised knuckles and smirking, "but you really shouldn't do that again. You're a present for my brother. It'd be rude if I broke you before he even gets to play with you."
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