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[theprobator]

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.

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[madannoshashu]

[ The last week was busy, to say the least. Between keeping an eye on tiny brooder and managing his own power troubles, there wasn't much room for downtime. Not to mention his obligations to AGI -- these, he managed to stave off during the crisis, but with things settling down again, he'll have to get back to work. Funny how 'death' was turning out to be more of a hassle than life.

Either way, he's quite ready for a quiet evening. Stepping out of a Darkness Corridor, he flips the hood back and makes a beeline for the fridge -- and stops. Stares at the teenager plunked on his couch, the helmet discarded on the ground.

Well. How about that.

Leaning over, he flicks the kid's shoulder lightly to wake him, his tone one of long-suffering amusement. Wry. ]

You know, some people call before they drop by for a visit.

[theprobator]

[all Xigbar gets for his trouble at first is a half asleep grunt, and a gloved hand reaching to slap him away while he rolls over. but after a moment realization that Xigbar is actually there sets in, and Vanitas blinks, lifting bleary yellow eyes to stare up at him. that's a grumpy half-awake glare if there ever was one.]

Knock it off.

[madannoshashu]

[ Ah, the tried and true grumpy teenager routine. He's seen this before. ]

Temper, temper, Helmet Head. You are on my sofa.

[ Slight head tilt. ]

Bad day?

[theprobator]

[like Vanitas cares about being a home invader- he does snarl lightly at that question, though, forcing himself up into a sitting position and running both hands through his wild mess of bedhead. couchhead. whatever.]

Bad week. [conveniently leaving out where he's been during this past week, however.] Old man lost his mind.