Day 22: Brunch

[dawning-dreams.livejournal.com]

Cid usually liked sleeping in, especially in a place as messed up and uninviting as this, but this happened to be one situation where he really wished he hadn't.

Right there, on the bulletin board. The Head Doctor and he'd fucking missed it? Some part of him wished he'd been there to take his eye out and another part of him knew he wouldn't have been able to. No man that powerful who hid for so long went to dangerous places without some kind of entourage.

Brunch sounded like it'd be filling, at least, though he nearly stopped in his tracks when the bastard announced TEA. TEA. It'd been a damn long while since he'd had some fucking tea, though with all the stress this place had found fit to rain down on his fucking head, it hadn't really been the first priority on his mind. Kinda nice, even if Cid was sure this was just some game the mother fucker was playing to get them all stuck neck-deep in Stockholm Syndrome.

He scanned the mostly-empty room for any sign of a familiar face once he'd piled waffles and sausages and syrup on his plate, though the person he really wanted to talk to was that Reynolds guy. "Spaceship" was the last word he remembered clearly before waking up in his bed, and dammit if he wasn't going to keep it stuck like glue in his mind.

He found a table where he could watch people come into the cafeteria and grabbed for his mug. The steam rising from his drink and the bag of herbs in it was nearly enough to make him grin despite it all, and it was with marked leisure and a little relief that he drank his goddamn tea.

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((From the previous thread))

Xigbar merrily dragged Zelos to one of the corners, near the doors to the Sunroom. Perhaps it was to offer an illusion of escape, or maybe it was to give a nice and easy way to get Zelos out of sight if something bad were to happen. Who knew?

Regardless, the Nobody was implacable in his grip, and his smile could have peeled the paint off of a battleship's turret. "Now, we're gonna get one thing straight. I'm not Namine's 'servant,' I'm a freakin' guardian. And that means that you don't wanna know what X and I are gonna do if you keep pulling that stunt. 'kay?"

He wished he had something nice to throw. A knife. Or an axe. Something sharp and which would make sure Zelos got the point- pun intended.

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

Following behind the gunner of course was the X in question, the ace of spades now situated in his hand as he traced its edge with his finger (not sharp enough to cut, not unless he threw it). No one touched Naminé or even spoke to a member of Organization XIII that way, and things were not about to change now! Luxord's usual smile had all but suddenly shifted into a more disturbing grin as he approached the two.

"I don't quite believe he understands very well, Xig. Perhaps smaller words would fit better into that thick skull of his?" He flipped the card between his fingers before closing the distance between the two men, then almost completing invading the redhead's space to properly whisper death at him.

"If you so much as speak to Naminé, I'll personally make sure to rip off that precious member of yours, shove it in your obnoxious, flapping mouth, and then slit your throat," the grin widened, hungry. "Is that better?" Oh yes. Luxord was all smiles.

…maybe he did need some medication.

[pimp-plan.livejournal.com]

"Bye for now, princess!" Zelos waved merrily over his shoulder, as though he was clueless as to what awaited him.

He blinked, still with the blank smile on his face as Xigbar spoke to him. "Stunt? Oh, no stunt! I'm sincere."

Then he blinked cluelessly, once more as Luxord made his threat.

"...I can't tell if you're trying to threaten me or come on to me. But, man, I gotta tell you, I only go for the ladies. Not that I'm here to judge, but you're barking up the wrong tree." Then he considered them both, hand under his chin.

"Aw, I see! You guys are so overprotective because you see such a vision of manly perfection sitting next to your princess!" He cocked his head and grinned. "I admit, I do have a sexual appeal that's hard to resist. However, with a flower as delicate and fair as her, there's no way I'd handle her with anything but gentleness! As princess should be treated as such, even in a place like this."

Although he maybe didn't look like it, Zelos was strong. While his expression didn't give him away, he removed Xigbar's hand from his arm. "You're going to bruise my perfect skin!"

He started walking back towards the young girl before turning back to Luxord with a cheerful grin on his face. "Hey, man! Don't forget to brush your teeth! You're breath smells terrible! My beautiful eyebrows almost fell off! AHAHAHAH!"

He was going to get killed in the night, he knew.

[numberii.livejournal.com]

...oh yeah, Zelos was so totally going to get an arrow in the face. Xigbar's smile didn't change in the least as he shrugged, eying Luxord with a bright gleam in his eye. "You did go a little overboard there, dude. I think he got turned on somewhere around the 'ripping off' part. Heck, I wouldn't touch it with a thirty nine and a half foot pole."

He leaned forward to whisper to the other Nobody, nice and quiet. "Tonight I'm gonna make sure he doesn't mess around with Namine. You'll have at least one full deck, so you should come along. See if he likes handling the full deck or not."

Then Xigbar straightened up and laughed. Oh, he was so going to show that pretty boy who got what. And he'd make sure Namine didn't get hurt in the process. "For now, though, we've got another date to keep. Whenever you're ready!"

And with that he trotted back to Sora, his mind already whirling with possibilities. Why make threats when actions spoke so much louder?

((Going back to Sora~!))