Reunion Whispers [completed]

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Character(s): Marluxia and Larxene
Content: Marly and Larxy meet up again
Setting: Path between the library and the art museum
Time: Afternoon, week 22, tiiiiny bit backdated
Warnings: Evil?

Marluxia wasn't foolish enough to not be wary of this meeting. His talk with Larxene over the journals had been a fairly amiable one and there was no reason to think she carried any lingering animosity from before, but it was always difficult to tell whether or not a person without emotions was lying. He kept an even pace as he walked to the place where they would meet, keeping alert for any sign of the Savage Nymph.

Even if it turned out to be a trap, he wouldn't be taken by surprise, and this time he wouldn't be injured before then. Marluxia kept his thoughts hidden, however, a calm, if not peaceful, smile on his face.

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Marluxia's head turned a fraction at the familiar clicks signifying Larxene's approach. The rhythm was different, in a way, than Paixao's natural citizens, and the blonde--that particular blonde--had an aura all her own that was unmistakable. For an instant, Marluxia tensed, memories of their last encounter being drawn to the surface all over again, but soon the tension faded, and by the time he turned to face Larxene, he had managed to school his expression into one of amiability.

"Far too long," he agreed. "You know, you never did tell me exactly what you were up to while you were away. It's not like you to be up to absolutely nothing."

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"Don't you think that's my line?~ After all, you were kicked out of the Organization for a reason," Larxene tittered, her smile charming as she rested her arm on his shoulder. She wondered if Marluxia honestly expected her to answer that sort of question so quickly after the lack of trust issue between them. He had shown very clearly that he was in it for himself. Of course, not that she wasn't either, but she hadn't revealed the truth behind her facade as of yet. Sort of. The duties she was asked to complete were hardly of interest in this situation when she was dealing with a possible advantage in Marluxia's little plans. Whatever they were. She would be surprised if he didn't have one cooked up: not that she could be surprised.

Staring up at him innocently, she waved the inquiry away with a flippant jerk of her hand. "I was just hunting little toys, is all."