http://higherwind.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] higherwind.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2011-10-13 04:31 pm

i've got a factory of faith. [ active ]

Character(s): Lightning and Fang.
Content: Fang awaits Light's return, wondering where that pink haired girl got off too without her noticing...
Setting: The packed apartment. |D
Time: Early evening? After Light's not!date.
Warnings: Merciless teasing.


Waiting around certainly wasn't Fang's style, but since having returned to the apartment after her excursion with Hope... there wasn't really much else she could do. She needed to touch base with Lightning, discuss this business about the make up of time in this place. She was certain that Vanille was off doing her thing somewhere, and while she knew that the redhead was all right from her recent communication over the electronic devices... there was still a part of her that worried. She would probably always worry, unless the other girl was in plain sight. But still, returning to the almost alarmingly... empty apartment took her by surprise. With all of the people staying here, she would have thought that one or two would be kicking around, but instead she found herself alone.

She paced from the window, to the kitchen, to the door, and finally... reserved herself to sprawling out on the couch, her feet up on the coffee table, as she crossed them at the heel. "Wonder where Light could've gone off to..."

[identity profile] apocalypsesaber.livejournal.com 2011-10-14 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't long after Fang had spoken to herself when Lightning pushed open the door and strode inside. She'd just had a good spar with Terra, so she looked sweaty. She was also sort of smiling, having definitely had a good time. Someone who didn't know her would be wondering why a fight was a good time to her, but that was just how she was now. Spars kept her skills up, kept her on her toes. Sooner or later she'd have to face whatever lay at the top of this place in order to get home and she wanted to be ready.

Grabbing a glass of water, she moved back into the entryway, raising an eyebrow when she noticed Fang sitting - or lying, rather, as she seemed to be taking up a lot of the space in that area - on the couch.

"What are you doing here?"