Boots scraped against the surface of the floor. Another child, eh? Xehanort's form kept calm as Xenmas guided him towards Marxiia's room, his hands kept behind his back. Once the two got to Marxiia's door, Xehanort slid in to knock the door himself.

"Master,'' Xenmas spoke up, placing a hand over his chest. "Am I excused?"

''If you wish to be. Though, he may want you around, now that you're back in one piece," Xehanort replied, after a moment of thought. His hand finally unfroze, and he knocked on the surface of the door. He cracked open the door, poking his head in.

(Reversed) (Marxiia @ Xemnas)

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"I've told you, i-its nothing to worry about," the Leader grunted out, a hand holding his side. He stumbled the slightest bit. His vision - it swimmed. A gloved hand had made sure to still pit pressure on its owner's side, all the while shooting a hand out to steady himself.

"It's nothing but a scratch."

From what Xenmas had read in the parenting books, it had seemed like the adult had to soothe the child in times of worry.

Was he doing it correctly..?

(For Draculaura)

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"I'm not going to bite you if that's what you're worried about. I promise!" If only there was an easy way of showing it. Obviously, people didn't need to believe her words, but it would be nice if they did.

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Roxas was silent as he heard the request. He had heard little bits and pieces of Vexen's little experiment, but he didn't know anything about him. Now here he was, trying to ask Roxas what his purpose in life is.

there's a long pause from the phoenix, and a very confused look on their face.

(Marxiia @ any muse)

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