Lumi looked up as he heard two more sets of footsteps approach the door. He half turned, knowing there couldn't be many more people to come now. Gin, perhaps. Kuja. One of the Jyllandi visitors.
When the first person entered, he raised his eyebrows a fraction, though his expression didn't alter otherwise. He glanced at Marluxia and then back at the door, intending to direct his gaze to where he was looking. The quiet in the room made him disinclined to speak.
Aizen's son. Arc.
Had he been invited on account of his relation to Aizen? Was he an uninvited guest? It would be a brave and yet dangerous thing to be in a Clan Khamja meeting, though there were already a small handful of underlings in the room.
Out of the corner of his eye he watched the two black-clad bodyguards of the newly-arrived woman react a slightly as he did with every change to their gathered number. They were good. It seemed they didn't miss anything.
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Date: 2019-02-12 12:47 am (UTC)When the first person entered, he raised his eyebrows a fraction, though his expression didn't alter otherwise. He glanced at Marluxia and then back at the door, intending to direct his gaze to where he was looking. The quiet in the room made him disinclined to speak.
Aizen's son. Arc.
Had he been invited on account of his relation to Aizen? Was he an uninvited guest? It would be a brave and yet dangerous thing to be in a Clan Khamja meeting, though there were already a small handful of underlings in the room.
Out of the corner of his eye he watched the two black-clad bodyguards of the newly-arrived woman react a slightly as he did with every change to their gathered number. They were good. It seemed they didn't miss anything.