Xaldin walked down a long hallway through the organization's castle. His mind was in a calm frenzy as it dissected the past few days. Lately it seemed that he felt strange. It was strange enough that he was even feeling. But, it was the only way he could describe it. Whether he was truly feeling or just using memories of the emotion was up to debate.
Nothing was out of the ordinary really…well ordinary for a member of organization 13 that is. He helped Vexen research, cooked dinner for everyone, threw spears at people, killed heartless, inwardly laughed at the younger members' antics…yes nothing was missing from his routine. Except something felt wrong.
Out of nowhere somebody or rather nobody dropped down from the ceiling. The person landed in front of him and leaned on his arm. Xaldin wasn't surprised at this; in fact he smiled as the man began to speak.
"Ugh I can't believe that last Xemnas sent me on. There were fuck'in cannibals there! Cannibals ,don't know why I even-and what are you smiling about?" He asked curiously. Xaldin just chuckled.
"Nothing Xigbar." Xigbar looked suspiciously at Xaldin.
"Reeeeally…"
"Yes, really now what were saying about the mission?"
"Okay then," He looked at Xaldin strangely. "As I was saying…" Xaldin wasn't really listening to the story but he felt more…content, yes that was the word, now that Xigbar was here.
Hey look its a fluff drabble :D
in the belated honor of 3/2 day