'Normal' wasn't really a word that could be applied to the Desert Palace, but what passed for it was slowly coming back, pulling itself out from under the weight of the meeting and its associated guests.
Lumi had allowed himself a bit of a smile at the fact that Bellatrix Lestrange, the objectionable Jyllandi Hume woman who seemed to have a problem with anybody who wasn't of her species, race, nationality or social class, had been the first to leave. She hadn't even stayed another night. Most of the others had left the following morning, but some had evidently decided to stick around.
Lumi didn't mind. Didn't care, really. It wasn't up to him to deal with any issues, and after Marluxia's little performance, he highly doubted that anybody who lingered would be taking their chances squaring up to either of them. He himself had a reputation that had only been bolstered by Alucard's apparent fear of his lack of reiatsu and Marluxia had managed to garner a new respect from both residents and transients thanks to his petal-strewn theatrics.
It was the smell of rose that brought him to the kitchen. There was something else, but he largely ignored that in favour of the more familiar scent. It didn't smell quite like the flowers that Marluxia grew, there was something else to it, a rather sweet note, but it was something he associated with him anyway, for reasons made rather obvious in the meeting.
He watched Ignis sifting the powders for a moment.
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Lumi had allowed himself a bit of a smile at the fact that Bellatrix Lestrange, the objectionable Jyllandi Hume woman who seemed to have a problem with anybody who wasn't of her species, race, nationality or social class, had been the first to leave. She hadn't even stayed another night. Most of the others had left the following morning, but some had evidently decided to stick around.
Lumi didn't mind. Didn't care, really. It wasn't up to him to deal with any issues, and after Marluxia's little performance, he highly doubted that anybody who lingered would be taking their chances squaring up to either of them. He himself had a reputation that had only been bolstered by Alucard's apparent fear of his lack of reiatsu and Marluxia had managed to garner a new respect from both residents and transients thanks to his petal-strewn theatrics.
It was the smell of rose that brought him to the kitchen. There was something else, but he largely ignored that in favour of the more familiar scent. It didn't smell quite like the flowers that Marluxia grew, there was something else to it, a rather sweet note, but it was something he associated with him anyway, for reasons made rather obvious in the meeting.
He watched Ignis sifting the powders for a moment.
"What are you making?" He asked.