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Title: Card game, duudee!!
Characters: Xigbar and Luxord
Location: Xigbars place
Rating: TBA
Summary: Xigbar and Luxord, card games...who will win?

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[aceofspadesx]

Again, strange and unexplainable events were happening in the avenue. Various people had reported sightings or experianced feelings of overwhelming lust. It seemed like something strange happened there every week... Well, after being shot at with a drugged arrow which caused him to proclaim his love for his taoster, Luxord decided he needed a night to calm down and so arranged a card game with a new arrival in the street.

The blond walked down the street cautiously, not wanting some bastard to shoot at him for the second time in a week. He didn't want to quote Shakespear to any more of his household appliances, thank you.

He arrived at the door of Xigbar's house, raising a hand and knocking.

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Leaping to his feet, the Freeshooter trailed towards the door. Before opening the door, he stood still. Fixing back his long black hair into a pony-tail at the back. Giving a small meaningful sigh, he opened the door. A gust of cold wind hit his face. Hating the cold- He felt the need to shut the door on the blond and run back to his bed.

"Ah, evening! You must be Luxord!" He greeted, giving his previous idea a second thought, before walking backwards, allowing space for his guest to enter.

[aceofspadesx]

"Yes. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Xigbar." Luxord greeted him, along with a quick nod of his head.

Much like when he had moved into his new home, boxes lay around the house, scattered all over the floor and piling on top of each other. The English man smirked and looked over his shoulder at Xigbar. "Still haven't got round to unpacking, I see."

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"Yeah, it's a pleasure to," He smiled, walking forward. Dodging the scattered boxes leading the way to the living room...and rum.

"Yeah, well.. it's too much work!" He laughed to himself. Sitting himself down on a chair, at least he had the time to make the living room, look half health hazardous than it actually was. He poured himself a glass of rum, holding out a glass to Luxord.

"Would you like some?"