That night... had been vexing. Xigbar hadn't known that Luxord could be so helpless against what had ended up being not a real threat at all, and what worried him most of all was that now he didn't know what other random problems he might encounter among his fellow Nobodies. The Organization had never been marked by stability, and if this place could take advantage of that... man, what a pickle that'd be.

So he promptly ignored his room-mate and skipped to the Sun Room, deciding that meditation was boring. Maybe there'd be someone to bother, someone to get huffy and make him feel better... or forbid, even someone to become an ally to. Obi-Wan seemed a bit flaky, so he'd need to hedge his bets.

...he was even starting to use Luxord's terminology? That wasn't a good sign.

He promptly plopped on the arm of the couch that a kinda-feline person had claimed, peering down at the black-haired creature and grinning. "Hey, look what the cat dragged in~!"