[Dragging the oldfag from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/627793.html?thread=53332049#t53332049)]
The hallways were silent and still as before, and X might have taken it as an advantage to sneak along the walls, unseen and unheard, but considering II was in no condition for such fun and games at the moment, Luxord would not bother. He removed his hood with his free hand ("free" being a relative term, since he was still holding Clark's flashlight in it) and turned to look at the Freeshooter as he dragged him along. "Are you feeling well?"
Yes, he asked that in the morning, but if II suddenly collapsed, Luxord wished to be out of the way in case he began spewing blood from his wounds or something similar.
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The hallways were silent and still as before, and X might have taken it as an advantage to sneak along the walls, unseen and unheard, but considering II was in no condition for such fun and games at the moment, Luxord would not bother. He removed his hood with his free hand ("free" being a relative term, since he was still holding Clark's flashlight in it) and turned to look at the Freeshooter as he dragged him along. "Are you feeling well?"
Yes, he asked that in the morning, but if II suddenly collapsed, Luxord wished to be out of the way in case he began spewing blood from his wounds or something similar.