OUTSIDE HALL M3 / NURSE'S STATION - NIGHTSHIFT DAY 17.
[ From HERE. ]
Alright, so the night wasn't quite going how he had originally hoped, but Zexion was the type of person who knew how to adapt. Sure, he might complain here and there, but he believed any situation could be twisted to his benefit as long as he kept a clear head.
His current situation was no different.
..On second thought, it was, seeing as how he was nearly powerless and being dragged around like some rag doll by a crazed Marluxia, but he was still determined to break through to the other. He had to, really; that bloodied hand of his was leaving a fresh trail. Who knew what would hunt them down if that was allowed to bleed any longer. Thankfully, he did not have to repeat himself to get Marluxia to wait.
Of course, as soon as their mad dash came to a pause, he was immediately pinned with the blame of getting them both lost, despite Marluxia having been the one in the lead the entire time. "We are not lost," he grumbled. Not that he cared at the moment, anyway. A pursuit of Axel was the least important thing in his mind, now that he was actually out of his room.
Zexion straightened up now that he had time to properly regain his balance, his visible eye narrowing up at the sneering face of his comrade. "Let me see your hand."
Alright, so the night wasn't quite going how he had originally hoped, but Zexion was the type of person who knew how to adapt. Sure, he might complain here and there, but he believed any situation could be twisted to his benefit as long as he kept a clear head.
His current situation was no different.
..On second thought, it was, seeing as how he was nearly powerless and being dragged around like some rag doll by a crazed Marluxia, but he was still determined to break through to the other. He had to, really; that bloodied hand of his was leaving a fresh trail. Who knew what would hunt them down if that was allowed to bleed any longer. Thankfully, he did not have to repeat himself to get Marluxia to wait.
Of course, as soon as their mad dash came to a pause, he was immediately pinned with the blame of getting them both lost, despite Marluxia having been the one in the lead the entire time. "We are not lost," he grumbled. Not that he cared at the moment, anyway. A pursuit of Axel was the least important thing in his mind, now that he was actually out of his room.
Zexion straightened up now that he had time to properly regain his balance, his visible eye narrowing up at the sneering face of his comrade. "Let me see your hand."