Shaking his head to try and clear it as best as possible, Xigbar ducks behind Larxene's tent to try and hide from anyone who might be looking for him. With each step he takes away from the Circus the more his feet begin to drag. How long had it been since he had taken someone's soul? Looking down at his shaking hands, the answer was clear... Too long. Clenching and unclenching his fists to try and return feeling to his limbs. Cursing under his breath he turns down an alleyway. He was never one to listen to advice, but he could have sworn someone told him once that he was taking too much... This was a faint memory now.. A sudden pain courses through him, causing him to lean against the wall hunched over. "Shit..." Xigbar wasn't planning on taking souls before the show, but he is going to have to. This is clear to him now... "Heh... Let's just hope Xaldin doesn't find out... he'll have my ass on a plate if he does..."

Slumping down against the brick wall, Xigbar sits there limply... It has been a long time... Cursing to himself several times he thinks hard about his predicament. At this stage in the withdrawal moving would prove more painful than he would like. He has had worse though... much worse. Shuddering at the thought, he musters his best pseudo-panicked voice and calls for help, praying someone will be stupid enough to come into the alleyway. He's done this before. Someone is always stupid enough. A stranger turns the corner of the alleyway. Bingo. Xigbar holds his side, side-eyeing the person, pulling off his best 'wounded' look. "I-I need help..." he croaks just quietly enough for the man to come closer cautiously. "S-sir... are you hurt...? Do you need a hand..?" Just as soon as the man is standing in front of him, Xigbar looks up at the stranger and reaches a hand out to him. "I need... a favor.." he mumbles. The man leans in closer, still wary of the situation. "Y-yes what do you need..?" Xigbar reaches a second hand out to the man before smirking, "Jus'... promise not to scream." And with that, both of the purple rings on each finger glow as the man's vermillion soul seeps into the rings. The man's expression goes from sheer horror to a blank slate within seconds. His posture shifts, and he turns to leave the alley, instantly forgetting his purpose there, and why he cared, about anything in life. The light has faded from his eyes. With his need for souls sated for the moment, Xigbar lets his arms fall to his sides with a deep sigh. Biting his lip, he curses himself for the hell hole he has dug himself into. Frowning in disgust at himself, he closes his eyes and waits for his energy to return.