While Death and Timon were talking the hair on the back of Laharl's neck had already stood up as a presence he knew all too well hit his senses. It haunted him and gave him nightmares. It was one he never wanted to feel again, but he'd known he would have to eventually, just... not now. His fears of coming to the festival were coming true. She was close, and getting closer.
One of his folded arms shifted up, almost subconciously finding it's way to his shoulder, as the other released, hiding below the table ready. He was ready to summon his power, what little he'd recovered, if he had to.
Laharl's gaze glanced to Death, who seemed clueless and Timon who... knew. Timon knew. Laharl's gaze was not quite frightened, but on edge... nervous. He didn't say anything to Timon, there wasn't anything to say, but to Death's questioning gaze, the Overlord mouthed, 'Larxene...'
Did she know they were there? She must know. How could she not? Hell, he wasn't ready for this. He wasn't ready to face her. Not now! Just... not NOW! Where was Flonne and Etna? Damnit... damnit...
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One of his folded arms shifted up, almost subconciously finding it's way to his shoulder, as the other released, hiding below the table ready. He was ready to summon his power, what little he'd recovered, if he had to.
Laharl's gaze glanced to Death, who seemed clueless and Timon who... knew. Timon knew. Laharl's gaze was not quite frightened, but on edge... nervous. He didn't say anything to Timon, there wasn't anything to say, but to Death's questioning gaze, the Overlord mouthed, 'Larxene...'
Did she know they were there? She must know. How could she not? Hell, he wasn't ready for this. He wasn't ready to face her. Not now! Just... not NOW! Where was Flonne and Etna? Damnit... damnit...