It had been a relief to fall asleep in a real bed again the night before, and Marluxia had showered before going to sleep. He'd showered again when he woke up, partly for the luxury of hot running water again, and partly because spending the better part of a week traveling through the Roo had made him feel grubby.

He could sense Vexen's reiatsu already. It was like hearing an extra note in a symphony, blending in with the cacophony but still very much a new introduction to the trained ear. Or whatever sense one used to pick up on reiatsu. Zexion used his nose, but Marluxia certainly wouldn't describe it as a scent.

He had things to discuss with Vexen. They'd covered some in Daguerreo, but there were other things that needed to be broached now that Marluxia wasn't on a mission to bring Vexen in peacefully. Preferably, they'd be discussed out of the earshot of Arrancar, or other Khamja members. Vexen was in the library now; Marluxia could feel him there, and he allowed himself an amused smirk. Of course the scientist would gravitate to the library. He was nearly as bad as Zexion for that.

Marluxia picked up a coffee from the kitchen first. He could tell Szayel had been in there, and he wasn't someone Marluxia had missed, but he'd left since, and the kitchen was fortunately empty. Then, with a coffee in hand, he went to find Vexen in the library.

He didn't normally venture in there much. The library was Aizen's territory and Marluxia preferred to steer clear of attracting his attention.