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[fateful_gamble]

Luxord shuffled some cards in his hand as he walked purposefully  toward Larxene's room.  He was dressed in a black wife beater, a pair of leather pants that fit him like second skin, and a pair of boots.  His hangover from earlier this morning was completely gone, one of the few perks of being a time element.  Coming upon XII's door he leaned

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[evil_but_pretty]

There was a long silence from inside followed by the sound of a door being opened from somewhere inside the room, then closed gently. The click of high heels could be heard, becoming louder as their wearer crossed the room.

The door opened slowly as Larxene poked her head out, antennae as always preceding the rest of her face. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes bright as they took in Luxord and the cards. Only her left shoulder could be seen from behind the door, and there was something wet smeared on the leather of her coat, ad perhaps the faintest trace of something red on the skin of her neck.

"Well, and here I was thinking you'd need more time to recover. Impressive. Do you mind waiting a moment out here, there's a... mess I need to take care of, and I certainly would like to slip into something more comfortable."

[fateful_gamble]

"Certinly, luv." Luxord grinned, quirking an eyebrow and clicked his tongue ring against his teeth. "I do hope I'm not interrupting anything important."

[evil_but_pretty]

Her eyes dropped to his mouth and the corners of her own lifted into a smirk. "No, of course not. I'll be back before you know it

[fateful_gamble]

"Layers make the game more fun." He smirked, entering the room, eyeing the door in the back slightly before turning his attention back to where it was suppose to be. "A drink would be luvely." He clicked his tongue ring again, not used to having it in after quite a while.