But you see, it's not me [Active, closed]

[coloringlife]

Characters: Naminé, Loz, open to Yazoo if he feels like it
Content: LAUNDRY DAY ::psycho music:: Or, Naminé finds bloody clothes
Location: Bryant Park Hotel
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: None so far

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[loz_wolf]

"Huh?" Loz barely glanced up as he dug a couple of unmatched socks out from under the dresser. He was a little distracted and lost in his task, not particularly paying attention. The distraction was the idea of what he and Yazoo might do tonight. Last night had been... a lot of fun. And then they'd gotten back to the suite after Naminé was already asleep, and had had some more fun in the shower...

...In the bathroom, where Naminé was now...

Ooooh. "What's up?" he asked as he got to his feet, a thousand excuses for the mess coming to mind. No sense using any of them until he was sure...

[coloringlife]

She looked up and back over her shoulder as Loz came in, moving aside a little so that he could see the heap of clothes on the floor. "Blood," she said shakily, staring up at him with obvious worry. "It's not--is it yours?"

[loz_wolf]

"What? No!" Loz did his absolute best to appear surprised, although the way she looked up at him so fearfully stabbed right through him. He didn't want to see her like that ever again - that was why, part of why, they were doing this to Marluxia. It wasn't just simple revenge. Right?

He didn't realize that he was speaking a little too quickly. "No, no, me and Yazoo, we just... ran into some mess, is all. While we were out. That's all."

[coloringlife]

Naminé looked back at the clothes on the floor, her face pale. There was so much blood. She didn't think that was what crab blood looked like, and if it wasn't Loz's or Yazoo's, what kind of "mess" could they have run into?

She was beginning to feel sick. Naminé swallowed in an attempt to calm the queasiness in her stomach and looked up at Loz again.

"Was it--was it Marluxia?"