Roxas dared to look away from Larxene long enough to search for an escape. He wasn't exactly bound to the white-clothed table, but he didn't dare move from his spot—the campground was too open-spaced, to the point where even if Roxas was in the proper state of mind to fly away, Larxene would see him escape in an instant and Thundaga him to death. Not that Xemnas would let his death go unpunished, but Larxene would try anyway and it would hurt.
This was coming from someone who fought shadow monsters for a day job. Because Larxene hurt. She was also wearing an Indian outfit, “To blend in, dumbass,” which might have been a valid claim if 1) Roxas wasn't still wearing his black cloak, and 2) they weren't sitting in an open campground around a fancy table with fancy tea and fancy crumpets.
(Roxas also didn't know what an “Indian” was, but Neverland was a world where kids never aged and they used that as an excuse to dress as furries and go on dangerous adventures against pirates with crocodile issues. There were some things on the job that he learned to just leave be.)
Larxene sipped her tea. Both were silent, Larxene because of the tea, and Roxas because he knew better. After a while, she put the teacup down and smiled. Her smiled showed too many teeth.
“So,” she began. Roxas gulped. “What's Axel been up to?”
Roxas blinked. He wasn't sure what Axel had to do with anything, but anything that would appease Larxene was something that might leave him intact.
“Uh, just… the usual, I guess.”
“The usual?”
He knew that tone. That was the tone where Larxene pretended to be sweet but she was really planning on screwing you or someone else in the best way possible (for her). Somehow, Roxas knew no answer he could give would lead to any positive outcome, so he decided to tell the truth.
“Yeah, the usual. Just killing Heartless and stuff.”
“Really? Does he say anything about me?”
“Not really. Actually I'm not sure he even knows you're a thing.”
That, Roxas knew, was a phrase to get himself destroyed.
Larxene's smile turned sweet. Larxene was never sweet. She set her teacup down and leaned forward. With her skimpy outfit, Roxas could see the cleavage of those mounds girls had for some reason—he assumed Xion had them too, but Roxas could never tell with the cloaks. It was more apparent on Larxene, however, but with her outfit he couldn't not notice. He blushed despite himself and looked away.
“Roxas,” Larxene cooed, “do you know what these are?”
He refused to dignify that response with words, so he just nodded. She continued. “So you know what they are. You know their power. In that case, why would Axel never talk about me?”
Probably because he was too busy talking about Heartless, friendship, and ice cream to pay any heed to a lightning-happy psychopath. Roxas did not think that response would lead to enjoying his crumpets, so instead he shrugged.
“He's gay, isn't he?”
“What's that?”
“Y'know, he likes boys.”
Roxas blinked. “Well, yeah. He likes me, doesn't he?” He also liked Xion, and Saix (kinda), and ice cream (a lot), and fighting (depending on his mood). Axel liked a lot of things, come to think of it, but Larxene didn't seem to be on that list. Not that Larxene would appreciate that response, but she was trying to grill that information out of him.
He groaned to himself. Death by Leechgrave would be less painful.
Larxene frowned, confirming that Leechgrave's poison would be preferable to this. “I knew it. Guess I was wasting my time, wasn't I?”
Roxas sipped his tea so he wouldn't have to respond to that. It seemed more polite. But Larxene smiled again, and a chill ran up his spine. Then heat. And fatigue.
“Oh well. Even if he's gay, I get to get back at you, right?”
He really, really wanted to run away by now. Larxene smiled again, reminding him of that creepy stalker Cheshire Cat at Wonderland who could never say a damn thing without a riddle. Though with Larxene, it was always a riddle: would this piss her off? The answer was always yes. He knew better than to come here, and he ordinarily wouldn't, if Larxene hadn't dragged him kicking and screaming. His thoughts were feeling funny.
From beneath the table, Larxene brought out a roll of duct tape and a duffel bag. Her smile did not waver, and Roxas found his body fuzzy. The last thoughts before the duct tape assault, was to never drink Larxene's tea.
Roxas dared to look away from Larxene long enough to search for an escape. He wasn't exactly bound to the white-clothed table, but he didn't dare move from his spot—the campground was too open-spaced, to the point where even if Roxas was in the proper state of mind to fly away, Larxene would see him escape in an instant and Thundaga him to death. Not that Xemnas would let his death go unpunished, but Larxene would try anyway and it would hurt.
This was coming from someone who fought shadow monsters for a day job. Because Larxene hurt. She was also wearing an Indian outfit, “To blend in, dumbass,” which might have been a valid claim if 1) Roxas wasn't still wearing his black cloak, and 2) they weren't sitting in an open campground around a fancy table with fancy tea and fancy crumpets.
(Roxas also didn't know what an “Indian” was, but Neverland was a world where kids never aged and they used that as an excuse to dress as furries and go on dangerous adventures against pirates with crocodile issues. There were some things on the job that he learned to just leave be.)
Larxene sipped her tea. Both were silent, Larxene because of the tea, and Roxas because he knew better. After a while, she put the teacup down and smiled. Her smiled showed too many teeth.
“So,” she began. Roxas gulped. “What's Axel been up to?”
Roxas blinked. He wasn't sure what Axel had to do with anything, but anything that would appease Larxene was something that might leave him intact.
“Uh, just… the usual, I guess.”
“The usual?”
He knew that tone. That was the tone where Larxene pretended to be sweet but she was really planning on screwing you or someone else in the best way possible (for her). Somehow, Roxas knew no answer he could give would lead to any positive outcome, so he decided to tell the truth.
“Yeah, the usual. Just killing Heartless and stuff.”
“Really? Does he say anything about me?”
“Not really. Actually I'm not sure he even knows you're a thing.”
That, Roxas knew, was a phrase to get himself destroyed.
Larxene's smile turned sweet. Larxene was never sweet. She set her teacup down and leaned forward. With her skimpy outfit, Roxas could see the cleavage of those mounds girls had for some reason—he assumed Xion had them too, but Roxas could never tell with the cloaks. It was more apparent on Larxene, however, but with her outfit he couldn't not notice. He blushed despite himself and looked away.
“Roxas,” Larxene cooed, “do you know what these are?”
He refused to dignify that response with words, so he just nodded. She continued. “So you know what they are. You know their power. In that case, why would Axel never talk about me?”
Probably because he was too busy talking about Heartless, friendship, and ice cream to pay any heed to a lightning-happy psychopath. Roxas did not think that response would lead to enjoying his crumpets, so instead he shrugged.
“He's gay, isn't he?”
“What's that?”
“Y'know, he likes boys.”
Roxas blinked. “Well, yeah. He likes me, doesn't he?” He also liked Xion, and Saix (kinda), and ice cream (a lot), and fighting (depending on his mood). Axel liked a lot of things, come to think of it, but Larxene didn't seem to be on that list. Not that Larxene would appreciate that response, but she was trying to grill that information out of him.
He groaned to himself. Death by Leechgrave would be less painful.
Larxene frowned, confirming that Leechgrave's poison would be preferable to this. “I knew it. Guess I was wasting my time, wasn't I?”
Roxas sipped his tea so he wouldn't have to respond to that. It seemed more polite. But Larxene smiled again, and a chill ran up his spine. Then heat. And fatigue.
“Oh well. Even if he's gay, I get to get back at you, right?”
He really, really wanted to run away by now. Larxene smiled again, reminding him of that creepy stalker Cheshire Cat at Wonderland who could never say a damn thing without a riddle. Though with Larxene, it was always a riddle: would this piss her off? The answer was always yes. He knew better than to come here, and he ordinarily wouldn't, if Larxene hadn't dragged him kicking and screaming. His thoughts were feeling funny.
From beneath the table, Larxene brought out a roll of duct tape and a duffel bag. Her smile did not waver, and Roxas found his body fuzzy. The last thoughts before the duct tape assault, was to never drink Larxene's tea.
She was also a bitch, but that part was obvious.