Axel paced the room in thought, ignoring the fact that Larxene was making bets with herself on whether or not he'll actually make a hole in the floor from all the walking.

"Ten thousand munny!" she cried out jubilantly, shaking her fists in front of herself as she leaned forward from her spot on his bed. "Eleven thousand!" Larxene laughed triumphantly as she punched her fists in the air, her legs kicking out as she rocked back on the bed.

Axel shot a sardonic look at Larxene, and marveled at how the woman could always find a way to entertain herself in nearly any situation. "Instead of betting with the voices in your head," he said, arms crossed behind his back as he paced some more, "why don't you help me figure out who we'll match up next?"

Larxene glared playfully at him. "Oh, the voices in my head say for you to go screw--"

"Help me out here!" he cut off.

Larxene took it the wrong way... on purpose. "One of the voices says that it's not proper. Something like that..."

Axel grumbled and slapped his forehead, groaning audibly. "You know what I mean, Larxene!"

Larxene grinned and nodded. "Axel," she said, still smiling, "why don't you just go and see that one girl? I think her name was Jasmine or something... Princess of Agrabah, I know that..."

Axel's eyes lit up; not bothering to say anything else, he quickly grabbed Larxene's hand and bonded through a portal.

"Let go, you jerk!" she spat loudly, wrenching her hand away. Axel turned around to look at her, his eager expression still plastered on his face; Larxene allowed her shoulders to sag as she sighed, "What's the plan?" She peeked over the rooftop they were on top of, and was slightly surprised to see the streets teeming with people, the aerial view making them look like crawling bugs on the dusty ground.

Axel tapped her shoulder enthusiastically. "We go to the princess and check things out! Obviously a princess needs suitors if she is to rule later on in her life! If we present her with a groom that the Sultan likes, bingo! We'll not only prove my match-making skills, but maybe we'll get paid for our good Samaritan services."

"What's a good Samaritan?" Larxene asked, incredulous.

"Of course you wouldn't know...," Axel grimaced.

"Like you wouldn't know what a virgin is?"

Axel frowned sardonically and wagged a finger at her face. "Alright, alright, let's get busy."

"If we're still on the subject," Larxene replied, arms crossed behind her back, "then I think you already did that a long time ago..." She grinned maliciously.

"Dammit, Larxene!"

"Oh, you dog, you," Larxene said dismissively. She shrugged as she walked past him; when she reached the roof's edge, Larxene leapt down into the dark alley below, Axel not too far behind her. The Savage Nymph looked up and behind her, only to see Axel still on the roof top. Finding this as an opening to gloat, she said, "Cats always land on their feet."

The next thing she knew, she was sprawled out on the ground, her stomach pressed into the dirt. With the pyro sitting on her back, Larxene coughed while Axel said, triumphantly, into her ear, "And dogs always land on their cats."

Larxene grunted loudly as she squirmed out from underneath Axel, gasping. "Oh, shut up already!" she yelled as she heard Axel laughing.

"Sheesh, keep your fur down," Axel said loftily as he passed her. He grinned when she began following him, albeit silently and without a word. As they made their way through the market day hubbub, Axel began to wonder if they would ever get to the palace through all these masses of people. He then let his mind wander onto how he would find the perfect suitor for Princess Jasmine. It would have to be a man of class; maybe not status-wise, but one with a sense of regality and manners. This suitor also had to be able to treat women the right way, and not be someone that would make Axel's matching skills look bad...

Before he knew it, Axel was coming toward the palace gates. He first realized this when there were less people around him, and more quiescence about the place. He popped a fist into his open palm, saying, "Finally! We got to the palace, Larxene!... Larxene?" He whirled around. "Aw crap..."

He knew Larxene wouldn't have been able to stay so quiet for so long. The only way that was possible, was if she weren't there at all in the first place.

More people surrounded the stand as the woman pulled out more small knives from her sleeves. "Watch as I eat even more!" she cried, holding up her hand of kunai in a dramatic fashion. She isolated one knife from her hand and placed it, tip first, into her mouth. Bit by bit she made her weapon dematerialize until the trick made it seem as if she were swallowing the knife. She repeated the procedure until she 'swallowed' all four of the knives, receiving an uproar of applause.

Larxene grinned and bowed repeatedly while the urn she salvaged began to fill up rapidly with glittering coins. She straightened herself somewhat, her back arched as she held out her arms high, her legs pressed together. "I'd like to see someone else who can swallow forty knives and live!" she cried wickedly. She took one last bow and jumped off the crate, scooping up her heavy urn of coins.

Larxene began to walk away until she rounded into an alley. Quickly, she opened a portal and deposited her winnings into her room. Closing the portal, she sauntered back into open market streets.

Larxene barely set a foot down when someone ran her into the wall, but without so much force that it hurt. Larxene looked incredulous as she took in Axel's features looking back at her. "Oh hey," she said loftily. "Where'd you go?"

Axel rolled his eyes. "I should be asking you that!" he retorted. "Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you?!"

Larxene rolled her eyes. "Five minutes, then you gave up? Then you happened to find me by chance and accident?"

Axel took a step back to get a better look at her. "No," he said flatly. "I've been looking for you ever since I realized you were gone, at that was when I reached the palace an hour ago!"

"Oh, that sucks," Larxene said, eyebrows raised.

Axel sighed roughly in exasperation. "Really, Larxene, is that all you can say?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Like hell I know!" he returned, throwing his hands in the air. "Maybe some sort of thanks for me because I went out of my way to find you because I was worried!"

Larxene shrugged. "I just earned enough savings to keep me up for a month. But wait, you were worried?" She grinned viciously as she eyed the pyro.

Trying to save face from his slip of the tongue, Axel immdeiately replied, "About having to find a new Number Twelve to replace you? Yes!"

It seemed to be the wrong thing to say, for Larxene's eyes narrowed and she said tightly, "Well, now you don't have to worry about 'replacing' me. Hurry up, let's go find a man for this dumb goody two-shoes of a brat princess!"

Axel scratched the back of his head in bewilderment; nevertheless he followed the Savage Nymph, who tried kicking every young man she saw on her way to the palace.

She got thirty-three out of thirty-three.