Zexion had absolutely no intention of touching them. Nothing could be further from his mind. The very look of them disgusted him, let alone the odour. If it was considered unpleasant by people with average senses, it was downright offensive so someone like him.
"So it would seem," he said with a thin smile, returning Marluxia's look for only a second. Zexion didn't want to take his eyes off his predatory pets for too long.
The malboros him uneasy, but he wouldn't be above transmuting them into compost should they decide to turn on him. He was relatively sure that Marluxia wouldn't be as rash as to set them on him, but he didn't presume to know him as well as others might think he did. They had been one-time associates, but they were never allies, let alone friends.
He gave the malboros a last look before he entered the greenhouse.
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Date: 2013-07-24 06:56 pm (UTC)"So it would seem," he said with a thin smile, returning Marluxia's look for only a second. Zexion didn't want to take his eyes off his predatory pets for too long.
The malboros him uneasy, but he wouldn't be above transmuting them into compost should they decide to turn on him. He was relatively sure that Marluxia wouldn't be as rash as to set them on him, but he didn't presume to know him as well as others might think he did. They had been one-time associates, but they were never allies, let alone friends.
He gave the malboros a last look before he entered the greenhouse.