Hitting On People Does Not Qualify As Actual Work, I'm Afraid [Completed]

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Character(s): Luxord, random NPC, Xigbar, Saix, Xaldin, Larxene, Zexion, Marluxia, The Superior
Content: Number Ten enters the town, and Saix decides that he and Xigbar should fill in some information to the other Nobody. Xaldin and Larxene (who dragged Zexion along with her), on the other hand, are not so happy with this "freezing time" deal. While Marluxia jumps in to see what all the fuss is, The Superior intrudes as to inform the group of a gathering.
Setting: Joutenheim gate
Time: Sunday, noon
Warnings: Swearing and Luxord being a whore.





Despite "time" being his element, waiting was just not his thing. In fact, considering how far behind he was in his work, he would prefer not to wait for anything, especially not in a line when everyone was in the general vicinity of his way. So, after taking the logical route and teleporting to the front of the row (pushing someone out of his way for good measure), he got there with all intents of getting his work done and not being punished for being late.

"So, Rosemary- may I call you Rosemary?" Luxord smiled, leaning forward to rest his chin onto his palms, elbows on the edge of the information booth in front of him. Rosemary wasn't even close to the woman's real name, considering the nametag on her chest that clearly stated "Daniella", but he was sure that didn't matter much. "Are you doing anything special later? I think I mentioned it before, but you have the sweetest blonde hair…" A gloved hand reached up and stroked one of the girl's blonde curls, the giggle coming from the woman seeming to annoy the people in the quickly growing line.

A cute girl distracting him was much better than waiting in his book. He didn't give a rat's ass that people wanted through the gate - they should have more patience. Hell, they should be thankful that he had been blocking the way for the past fifteen minutes. Ungrateful little bastards.

The girl shrunk back after her giggling stopped, face still blushing red. "Aha, I'm sorry, sir. B-but I really need your name…" It was amusing how she fumbled with her papers and the little electronic journals, trying to regain her dignity. Whether or not she any dignity in the first place was not going to be debated in his mind.

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Now that was just plain inconsiderate. What if he didn't want to confront Luxord? It was a fact that he had frozen time, yes, but he often did that sort of thing. Zexion had listened to quite enough yelling and bickering, as well. It was no surprise to find his lips twisted into a soured scowl once they materialized, his own arms flying up to bat Larxene's away from their encircled position around his neck.

Unfortunately, the blonde had stalked away too quickly for him to actually land a decent hit. Not that it would have hurt her in the first place, but that was not the point. The point was, she had no business touching him again. And Zexion was very, very tired of being touched when he did not want to be.

The Nobody quickly composed himself once his personal space was regained, though it did little to dampen the glowering expression on his face. Arms crossing loosely over his chest, he finally lifted his head, nodding towards the side to free his vision of purple-blue hair. Once that was taken care of, he was free to examine the scenario... and what a sight it was. A handful of Organization members, three of whom appeared to have been engaging in some sort of argument.

Ah, make that four now. Count on Larxene to draw weapons far too early.

He sighed inwardly, watching the group with detached interest. Atleast he was among familiar faces. That made him relax, just a little.