three ✕ action ✕ event

[lunaticked]

[Who doesn't care about all the new people?

Saix doesn't care about all the new people.

To show just how much he doesn't care, he's in the clothing shop, methodically picking out replacements for clothes that were damaged on the way to the village.]

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[atmoonrise]

[There is a gangly-looking teenager just sort of watching him.]

[lunaticked]

[...why are the people here always staring at him? Is there something on his face?]

[atmoonrise]

[No, you just look like someone mentioned he would, later in life.]

Ah, Saïx, right?

[lunaticked]

Yes. What of it?

[lunaticked]

[Doesn't spot her at first.

But oh, when he does.

Just kind of stops, because...what.]

[lunaticked]

Xaldin.

I assume.

[lunaticked]

[And it's "...what?" part two.

More or less materializes beside her, voice very flat.] Is this some type of disease?

[lunaticked]

[Because they're not grrrrrrls]

I asked first.

[shedhaveaheart]

[Indulging her girly side, and looking at the dresses.]

[lunaticked]

[....................

Where are they all coming from.]

[shedhaveaheart]

[Good question.]

Anything you need?

[lunaticked]

[A few more seconds of staring...but there are only so many blond Organization members to choose from.]

Luxord.

[lunaticked]

[....

it's a plague.

a plague of females]

Did all of you conspire to appear at the same time?