Who: Riqis, Alfred, Marluxia Where: The Garden Greenhouse When: Morning after the murder of Rion & Dawn Summary: Preventative scurvy measures are sometimes the most desperate ones. Rating: Geez, idk...PG?
Alfred had been in the greenhouse abnormally early, this day. His routine was near robotic as he worked, his mind filled with other things. More important things. Things that weighed on his thoughts and sunk his heart. His very survival ran through his thoughts. How could he live without her? How, when every other time had ended in such sorrow, such pain for him
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Of course, of course this couldn't be quick and easy. Riqis tensed and crouched lower at the first voice, flustering a soft and wordless sound of frustration past his lips. He scowled, on edge, hands clenching around the cloth bag.
Caught at it. Or...barely at it, finding his way along the rows of flora. He hadn't even found anything resembling a lemon bush...or tree...or whatever they grew on!
And Marluxia was tall and proud-backed, an easy one to spot and fail at avoiding straight off...but he didn't see Alfred until he heard the second voice.
His mood sunk further. Great. Just great.
The replica straightened upright, eyeing them both warily across the carefully pruned rows. He shifted slightly away from them, his posture sullen, culpable.
"Don't want to be the Heart-killer's next target wide out in the open, do I?" The boy grumbled, half-lying, and his eyes told it in their wariness. He had hoped to evade this confrontation because he'd expected nothing but to be given trouble by these two
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Caught at it. Or...barely at it, finding his way along the rows of flora. He hadn't even found anything resembling a lemon bush...or tree...or whatever they grew on!
And Marluxia was tall and proud-backed, an easy one to spot and fail at avoiding straight off...but he didn't see Alfred until he heard the second voice.
His mood sunk further. Great. Just great.
The replica straightened upright, eyeing them both warily across the carefully pruned rows. He shifted slightly away from them, his posture sullen, culpable.
"Don't want to be the Heart-killer's next target wide out in the open, do I?" The boy grumbled, half-lying, and his eyes told it in their wariness. He had hoped to evade this confrontation because he'd expected nothing but to be given trouble by these two ( ... )
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