Xigbar turned the apple slowly in his grasp, his jagged smile an indication that something had already come to mind. But what that had been would remain mystery, the Sharp Shooter’s attention having quickly changed to the door. He narrowed his eyes with suspicion, gaze shifting back to Marluxia as three quick raps came from the door.

“Didn’t peg you as the sort to have guests,” he spoke lowly, hoping not to tip off their company that Marluxia had already been entertaining. Itching to summon his Arrowgun’s, he looked back at the door. If Marluxia did not wish to draw more attention to his little hole, he would answer the door.