OOC: Getting pretty serious now... :P Cassandra sighed tiredly and flopped onto her bed. The stars were shining tonight for her. Grabbing a book from her bag, she pulled herself under the covers and relaxed.
"...I was talking to Lexaeus."
Zexion sighed and shot the strangler in the heart.
Cassandra stood up. "I am going to go inside. I'll see you later, loverboy." she teased, giving him a kiss on the cheek as she walked away.
"Who are you talking to? Me?" Larxene asked, getting confused.
Larxene sighed. "Marluxia, this isn't funny, wake up..." she muttered, shaking him lightly.
"Well, aren't you the little romantic." Cassandra teased.
Zexion pulled out his handgun again. "How many of these things are there?"
Larxene shot upstairs like a bullet. Electricity and water didn't mix well...
Zexion just teleported onto the bulding. "Thank god we can still do that."
"Meh, I'll go in in a little bit. I like the view."
"...you're never having rum again, that's what happened." Larxene snarled. "Dammit, I could use that rum about now."
"Don't set those off. We don't need anymore attention than we already have."
Cassandra turned red and smiled faintly. "We should probably go inside and get some sleep soon."
"You're not very good with negotiations either, you know."
Larexene nodded. "I'm going to need some freaking rum after all that's happened tonight. And what is it with you and the masamune at someone's throat all the time?"
Zexion looked up the building. "How am I supposed to get up, exactly?"
"That'd be nice." Cassandra leaned back in the grass.
"...all you wanted was rum?"
"Lucky you."
