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paixaorpg2007-05-29 05:14 pm
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Larxene's such a tease.
Characters: Larxene and Valerie
Content: Larxene is running her own experimentation on Val-- but how well can that work when her thoughts are elsewhere.
Setting Unknown.
Time: Sometime after her session with Laharl.
Warnings: The typical Larxene-warnings.
Larxene waited on the table, since the room lacked a half decent chair for her to rest on, and like hell she was going to let Valerie have it. The dark colored bruises on her stomach and chest had only spread since her session with Laharl. It had pushed her to the point of actually considering asking the Superior to let her take a break. It wasn't like the request would be unwarranted.
A knife balanced on her hand, and she sighed, shifting uncomfortably. How much longer could it possibly take the dusks to go in and grab one person, hmm? Honestly, what else could they be counted on for, except to keep her waiting? As it is, she didn't really have a plan, which would have pissed Vexen off to know.
But she had... an outline. Something to that effect, anyway. What else could she possibly need?
Content: Larxene is running her own experimentation on Val-- but how well can that work when her thoughts are elsewhere.
Setting Unknown.
Time: Sometime after her session with Laharl.
Warnings: The typical Larxene-warnings.
Larxene waited on the table, since the room lacked a half decent chair for her to rest on, and like hell she was going to let Valerie have it. The dark colored bruises on her stomach and chest had only spread since her session with Laharl. It had pushed her to the point of actually considering asking the Superior to let her take a break. It wasn't like the request would be unwarranted.
A knife balanced on her hand, and she sighed, shifting uncomfortably. How much longer could it possibly take the dusks to go in and grab one person, hmm? Honestly, what else could they be counted on for, except to keep her waiting? As it is, she didn't really have a plan, which would have pissed Vexen off to know.
But she had... an outline. Something to that effect, anyway. What else could she possibly need?