Zexion seemed to have multi-personality disorder as well, just like the silver-haired boy back from yesterday. …Not literally, but he seemed to have a side for one person and another. Dark, unfortunately, being the one he displayed the bad side for, while Wiz played the honorary part of Zexion showing his ’good’ side. It was almost frightening, but at the same time, interesting to study the eye for. All Dark needed to do was get used to the lack of attention. In the future, he would find Wiz’s abilities to be quite more useful than needed. …Yes, he was already plotting ahead.

Still, the way Zexion gazed upon him was rather intimidating. Hell, a heck of a lot intimidating. Without much choice, he unfolded the arms behind him and lowered his head, examining the tank top he have taken off earlier because of the heat. Damn, he shouldn’t have remembered that. He ran a hand through his slightly damp hair once again, finding it amusing that it is still smooth after all of this. These are times where he was proud of his hair… but that wasn’t really his concern right now. He should be focused on his enemy!

“Captive,” he repeated, almost too softly. “Fine.” He sighed. “How long do I have to stay here before I get to leave? For the experimental shit. I’d rather be anywhere but in this room right now.” Dark found it surprising at how serious his tone was.

Wiz, by instinct, stopped his laughter and fondness, and remained silent as he finally sensed his master’s distress, but made no move to hop off of Zexion unless commanded to do so.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m, ‘playing along.’” Dark bristled upon saying that, making it seem more bitter than intended.