Mm... now that was a great nap. Xigbar hadn't bothered to get out of his bed when the first rush happened; he felt like lazing and just taking a nice long nap. Which was great, so far as it went. The Number Two of the Organization had made lounging into an art form and a fine science at the same time. Hence why, for example, he'd piled his bed up with his room mate's pillows and sheets, creating his own Fortress of Cozy.

But that only lasted until Xigbar was bored again. Which, for a person with no heart, was both impossible and exceedingly easy, again at the same time. So Xigbar shrugged, grabbed his trusty flashlight and pokeball, then strolled on out. He needed to shoot bludgeon something real good... now where could he find something like that?

((Maybe... here!? (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/301301.html) ))