"Might have known you two would find the shop with tea," Nel said in greeting. Zexion looked like he could take some more sleep, easily, and Ulquiorra, well, to be honest, he just looked like Ulquiorra usually did. Nel couldn't tell if he was approaching this mission with his usual steadfast commitment to getting it over with the minimum of noise, or whether this was how Ulquiorra suffered.
Nel had suffered, though quietly. She was sick of chocobos, sick of travel food, sick of sleeping where they could, and sick of not being able to wash her hair properly.
She'd had a room to herself, and the opportunity to sprawl out in a real bed the night before, and shower for half an hour this morning had done a lot to lift her spirits. She'd be glad when they got to Daguerreo, and even more glad when they got back to the Palace, but Nel was, like Ulquiorra, a professional.
Especially around Marluxia and Lumi. Those two gave her the creeps; Marluxia was a smug bastard, and Lumi was just off in ways she could never put her finger on, but it was enough to unsettle her. Not that she let it show, because Nel had dealt with a lot of creeps in her time, and she knew better than to let them know they bothered her.
Besides, it was less bothering and more instilling in her a desperate desire to smack Marluxia so hard his face landed on the other side of his head. Lumi was the sort of creepy she could deal with because she had to, but Marluxia was that bit too smug, and kept his creepy pet just close enough, that she kept wondering how smug he'd be if she kicked him in the nadgers.
That was probably the grouchiness from travel talking.
Maybe.
She put a restocked backpack (more food, a couple of extra ethers, more water, and most importantly, more dry shampoo) down at the next table, and went straight up to request a tea for herself from the vendor.
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Nel had suffered, though quietly. She was sick of chocobos, sick of travel food, sick of sleeping where they could, and sick of not being able to wash her hair properly.
She'd had a room to herself, and the opportunity to sprawl out in a real bed the night before, and shower for half an hour this morning had done a lot to lift her spirits. She'd be glad when they got to Daguerreo, and even more glad when they got back to the Palace, but Nel was, like Ulquiorra, a professional.
Especially around Marluxia and Lumi. Those two gave her the creeps; Marluxia was a smug bastard, and Lumi was just off in ways she could never put her finger on, but it was enough to unsettle her. Not that she let it show, because Nel had dealt with a lot of creeps in her time, and she knew better than to let them know they bothered her.
Besides, it was less bothering and more instilling in her a desperate desire to smack Marluxia so hard his face landed on the other side of his head. Lumi was the sort of creepy she could deal with because she had to, but Marluxia was that bit too smug, and kept his creepy pet just close enough, that she kept wondering how smug he'd be if she kicked him in the nadgers.
That was probably the grouchiness from travel talking.
Maybe.
She put a restocked backpack (more food, a couple of extra ethers, more water, and most importantly, more dry shampoo) down at the next table, and went straight up to request a tea for herself from the vendor.