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Familiar Faces [ATTN: CLOUD!] Closed

Mar 30, 2009 19:46

CHARACTERS: Larxene, Cloud
SUMMARY: Larxene wonders if she fell asleep drunk or died in a wind tunnel, and later wonders why "Roxas" is wandering around these parts.
PLACE: Just outside the lift~
TIME: March 30 'round nightfall
WARNINGS: Cloud molestation Flirtatious attitude and maybe a teensy swear or two.

( This place gives me the creeps. )

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lightofstrife March 31 2009, 03:37:56 UTC

Larxene wouldn't have to wait too long for Cloud to appear. He'd be unsusceptible to anything from her, though. The truth was, he didn't know her, recognize her, or identify anything with her, so when he turned the corner and eyed her briefly, he thought nothing of it (aside from noting that fact that she must be new).

He didn't pause in his walking as he pulled his mobile from his pocket, clicking it on to check the time and, hopefully, managing to distract himself from garnering this woman's attention as he passed her.

lady_larxene March 31 2009, 03:48:36 UTC

"Oh?" Larxene suddenly quirked a thin eyebrow as she spotted someone--a rather well-built and bored looking someone--walk right past her with an air of disposition. She always enjoyed socializing with blank-faced people. She quickly batted her eyelashes, her lips curling into a faint smile behind her hand, and turned to face the stranger's back.

He did look quite familiar, though he was taller than who she was thinking of, but she figured that she might as well put her guess to the test for the sake of curing her boredom.

"Well, well, well. Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Roxas!"

lightofstrife March 31 2009, 03:55:17 UTC

Cloud stopped in his footsteps, knowing full well he was being addressed. He lowered his phone, making a mental note to get Zack's number next he saw him, and looked over his shoulder, mildly confused.

"Sorry?"

lady_larxene March 31 2009, 04:03:42 UTC

Larxene clicked her tongue when the stranger eyed her confusedly and took a couple of steps toward him, squinting a tad to see if her vision was working correctly.

"You're kidding, right? You look almost exactly like the kid." Clearly she didn't care much for personal bubbles and began to very slowly circle the stranger with her eyes never leaving his hair.

"You have to be Roxas; you have the same hair and everything," she said inquisitively, pointing to his head.

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