Marluxia stood back while Lumi worked at the lock, mildly interested if only because he hadn't seen Lumi do this before. Part of him wondered how often Lumi had done it before. Especially here on Spira, for that matter. He'd have to ask him, later.
Once the lock clicked open, Marluxia moved in to open the door. He met Lumi's eyes once, before turning to Zexion, and nodding. He opened the door carefully and peered inside, without crossing the threshold.
He'd half expected to see Vexen brandishing his shield already, raised, and ready to fire off a round of ice spells that would have made for a chilly greeting as only Vexen could give. He wasn't. Marluxia couldn't decide if he'd been considering his options instead, and realised that he was too outnumbered to defend himself if it came to a fight. His best option would be to hear them out, perhaps even to play along, and make a bid to escape later, if he could manage it.
Once it was clear that the doorway wasn't about to become the target of a barrage of icicles, Marluxia held the door, and stood aside so Zexion could enter, before stepping in himself, and delicately closing the door behind himself, shutting the other three on the other side of it.
"It's been a while," he said, as greeting. "Though I'm sure you don't consider it long enough."
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Date: 2015-01-29 09:12 pm (UTC)Once the lock clicked open, Marluxia moved in to open the door. He met Lumi's eyes once, before turning to Zexion, and nodding. He opened the door carefully and peered inside, without crossing the threshold.
He'd half expected to see Vexen brandishing his shield already, raised, and ready to fire off a round of ice spells that would have made for a chilly greeting as only Vexen could give. He wasn't. Marluxia couldn't decide if he'd been considering his options instead, and realised that he was too outnumbered to defend himself if it came to a fight. His best option would be to hear them out, perhaps even to play along, and make a bid to escape later, if he could manage it.
Once it was clear that the doorway wasn't about to become the target of a barrage of icicles, Marluxia held the door, and stood aside so Zexion could enter, before stepping in himself, and delicately closing the door behind himself, shutting the other three on the other side of it.
"It's been a while," he said, as greeting. "Though I'm sure you don't consider it long enough."