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discedo_logs2008-06-02 01:55 am
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Who: Tyki & Larxene.
Where: The Church.
When: Recently. At night-ish? Possibly at a quieter time when people weren’t likely to be around. (Or are unseen. Idk?)
Rating: Mature because idk swearing may happen.
Summary: Larxene’s fight ended, Tyki’s curious about the outcome and what things she still has stuffed up her sleeve. He goes to meet her as previous plans needed changing thanks to Naminé.
Why? He had time on his hands. While the Church may not be a place in this city he would like to frequent, it wasn’t as if it was booming with Christians or exorcists—he expected it to be quite bare, this city having things to accomplish before they returned to worship their faiths. And he didn’t take Larxene to believe in God at all. But it was, to some extent, ironic that he was stepping through the archway of the door – he opposed this place and its origins, not in entirety but from a point. Hence why he kept his lit cigarette in the corner of his mouth, loosely dangling downward. It was one of his last—it was a miracle they stretched this long.
He hadn’t expected her to be out front because by the sounds of it she was taking care of this little blond girl. For what reasons he didn’t know, and wasn’t sure if he wanted to know. Whatever floats your boat, right? He let the door close behind him slow and solid and blew upwards a breath of smoke. Pretty fucking dark.
Where: The Church.
When: Recently. At night-ish? Possibly at a quieter time when people weren’t likely to be around. (Or are unseen. Idk?)
Rating: Mature because idk swearing may happen.
Summary: Larxene’s fight ended, Tyki’s curious about the outcome and what things she still has stuffed up her sleeve. He goes to meet her as previous plans needed changing thanks to Naminé.
Why? He had time on his hands. While the Church may not be a place in this city he would like to frequent, it wasn’t as if it was booming with Christians or exorcists—he expected it to be quite bare, this city having things to accomplish before they returned to worship their faiths. And he didn’t take Larxene to believe in God at all. But it was, to some extent, ironic that he was stepping through the archway of the door – he opposed this place and its origins, not in entirety but from a point. Hence why he kept his lit cigarette in the corner of his mouth, loosely dangling downward. It was one of his last—it was a miracle they stretched this long.
He hadn’t expected her to be out front because by the sounds of it she was taking care of this little blond girl. For what reasons he didn’t know, and wasn’t sure if he wanted to know. Whatever floats your boat, right? He let the door close behind him slow and solid and blew upwards a breath of smoke. Pretty fucking dark.