Zexion's second hand uncurled from the bar of the cage after Dark retreated, recoiling itself as he crossed his arms over his chest. For two people who were supposed to have a clear scientist-subject relationship, they sure were rather casual with each other, weren't they? Zexion was especially easygoing, which was surprising in itself. Though, his calm attitude could possibly be attributed to his habit of toying with his subjects... if he did indeed have that habit.
Dark's whining resulted in a wry smile from Zexion. Give him a collar and make him use 'master'? Now, there was a grand idea-- a dirty one, but he didn't think of it as such. He saw this as an opportunity to rile Dark up further, and seriously batted the idea around in his head, just to get on his prisoner's nerves. "Now that you mention it, that--" ...
All of a sudden, the Nobody's sentance dropped dead, leaving the unfinished thought hanging in the air. Something had startled him enough to strike him silent, though there was nothing that could be seen that would explain his abrupt silence. His brows furrowed as his head turned towards the exit, his breathing slow even though his (physical) heart was racing. He sensed something-- that was one of the unique things about him; whereas all members of the Organization were able to 'feel' Heart signatures, he was the only one who could actually smell the difference between them. He could pinpoint who, exactly, it belonged to, and their physical state... apparently, he had picked up a new scent. One that he didn't like. At all.
He stood there, in open confusion and bewilderment as he tried to sort out the new scent, a slow horror gradually creeping over him as the pieces began to fall into place. "I have to go. Now," he snapped out, immediately turning and hurrying back the way he came. It was all he could do to keep himself from full-out running.
He wasn't sure what was going on, but he obviously understood enough to become frazzled.
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Dark's whining resulted in a wry smile from Zexion. Give him a collar and make him use 'master'? Now, there was a grand idea-- a dirty one, but he didn't think of it as such. He saw this as an opportunity to rile Dark up further, and seriously batted the idea around in his head, just to get on his prisoner's nerves. "Now that you mention it, that--" ...
All of a sudden, the Nobody's sentance dropped dead, leaving the unfinished thought hanging in the air. Something had startled him enough to strike him silent, though there was nothing that could be seen that would explain his abrupt silence. His brows furrowed as his head turned towards the exit, his breathing slow even though his (physical) heart was racing. He sensed something-- that was one of the unique things about him; whereas all members of the Organization were able to 'feel' Heart signatures, he was the only one who could actually smell the difference between them. He could pinpoint who, exactly, it belonged to, and their physical state... apparently, he had picked up a new scent. One that he didn't like. At all.
He stood there, in open confusion and bewilderment as he tried to sort out the new scent, a slow horror gradually creeping over him as the pieces began to fall into place. "I have to go. Now," he snapped out, immediately turning and hurrying back the way he came. It was all he could do to keep himself from full-out running.
He wasn't sure what was going on, but he obviously understood enough to become frazzled.