Marluxia had located some of the materials Vexen wanted retrieved. What he could make fit his pocket, he had, but Vexen wanted some books as well, and those didn't fit away as easily.
He'd stacked them on the desk, the one floorboard near to it creaking with the shift of his weight.
There was an answering creak from downstairs as one of the doors shifted on its hinges. Lumi was refreshingly uncurious a lot of the time, and he'd been particularly so when it came to Vexen's old house. He wouldn't be opening doors slowly enough for them to creak, and certainly not for no reason.
Marluxia paused, frowning as he turned his head and concentrated on senses other than sight.
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Date: 2016-05-18 12:21 am (UTC)He'd stacked them on the desk, the one floorboard near to it creaking with the shift of his weight.
There was an answering creak from downstairs as one of the doors shifted on its hinges. Lumi was refreshingly uncurious a lot of the time, and he'd been particularly so when it came to Vexen's old house. He wouldn't be opening doors slowly enough for them to creak, and certainly not for no reason.
Marluxia paused, frowning as he turned his head and concentrated on senses other than sight.