Suffocating, still frustrating, like we care... [Closed]

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Characters: Marluxia (Phytotoxin) and Larxene (eclair_nymph)
Content: Marluxia leaves the ship to find a certain somebody that he'd agreed to meet up with once a suitable port was reached.
Setting: Abantiare.
Time: Whenever the crew of Serenity are allowed to disembark.
Warnings: Long Time No See Snark, lightning, potential bitching, snobbery on Marluxia's part.

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[eclair_nymph]

Larxene could not stand cigarette smoke. Being inside a place too long when the whole air was polluted with the trash made her want to burn the bud in someone's eye. She almost did, really - at least ripped out the sticks out of people's mouths when one man in particular puffed that smog on her. Naturally, she didn't take that too kindly, and she was asked to stay outside for awhile to "cool down". She huffed at the words, rolling her eyes. She wouldn't want to stay in there anyway. Arms crossed, she looked at the small pocket watch grasped in her hand, knowing that Marluxia was the type of person to be on time: he had about one minute left. Well, 40 seconds.

Shifting her legs as she stood in front of the pub, she suddenly heard someone coming nearer. Not many citizens passed by this area of the town, which was the exact reason she chose it in particular. Furthermore, there was only one person who's footsteps would sound like he was walking in his palace with the grace of a king, and she didn't even have to look to know that it was

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Marluxia returned her smirk with one of his own, gently and briefly raising an eyebrow as he drew level with her. He shook his head, looking completely at odds with the grubby surroundings. Clean, light and very nearly plain-regal in appearance, he looked decidedly out of place in the soot-stained city. Even travelling with two separate crews of ne'er do wells hadn't managed to brush the shine from him and it certainly hadn't done anything to mar his record of perfect punctuality.

"You thought that my spending time on a pirate ship would reduce me to bad habits?" He would have looked affronted at the suggestion, had he been anybody else. "Come now, Larxene. You know me better than that."

He pushed his hair off his face, an action that the shake of the head had made necessary, and slipped one hand into his coat pocket. He looked down at her and then turned his gaze to the door of the pub, not really wanting to enter. He could only imagine how smoky that little man-made cavern was inside and, quite frankly, the air outside was

[eclair_nymph]

Larxene didn't have much of a reaction to his words, having the same smirk plastered on her lips and watching him with a bit of dark amusement as he studied his surroundings. She supposed this town wasn't to his...caliber. Not that she disagreed; just finding some place to stay that wasn't akin to an enclosed tiny shack was difficult. It was fortunate she only stayed for two days. She could barely stand breathing the air, and she had gone out only three times to see the ship, or buy food. The dirty buildings and the fog didn't help matters, and neither did she want to find out from what exhaust they came from. Right now she was wearing a mob hat to keep her hair from taking in the particles outside as much as she could, and she wasn't wearing her best clothes. She had lived poorly, but this was ridiculous. It wouldn't surprise her if people dropped dead in the street randomly, as engaging as that would be for her. Still, she wouldn't have to deal with it any longer. Gazing at the pink haired man with an even bigger sneer, she

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Marluxia's eyebrow twitched at her redundant remark concerning his habit of being on time. He turned from her, fixing her with a look over his shoulder. He didn't like speaking to a fellow member of The Organization in public, so he was hardly going to mention that. It was an unwritten rule, really, but he couldn't trust Larxene not to flout it.

"Of course," he replied with a nod. He turned his back on her completely, then. "Are you all right? You're acting even more peculiarly than ever."

He didn't walk, but he didn't look as though he wanted to stick around either. It had all been settled with the captain, providing she passed his own or the First Mate's eye without raising the alarm, but if he had actually cared, he might feel apprehension as to whether it had been enough.