Larxene held her hand by her forehead in an attempt to shield her eyes from the sun. gravel had begun biting into the heels of her feet, causing her to curse under her breath. She really needed to remember to wear shoes more often. She had looked up as Xaldin breezed by, his expression made her stomach sink. She made sure to stay out of whatever that was about. She looked back at him for a few seconds. He wasn't really one to be angry, at least, she didn't think so. She couldn't help but wonder what could have gotten his panties in such a twist. The faint sound of footsteps caused her to focus a little more on where she had been walking. It was a little more defined than the sound of regular footfalls on gravel. Boots. And who would wear boots in this heat, regardless of showtime? The footsteps grew a little louder, more hurried sounding. She turned her head back, side-stepping absentmindedly before tripping over something. She looked up. Xigbar. A sly grin crept across her face as she continued closer, correct in her assumption. She sidestepped again so they could pass by each other without incident. "Back so soon?" she murmured, giving him a sideways stare.
As soon as Larxene finished speaking, Xigbar stopped in his tracks. Without turning around to face her he clenches his fists, the rings biting into his fingers from the pressure. Although he feels much better than he had before, things certainly have been going very wrong today. He chews his lip for a moment before turning to face her slowly, his face drained of emotion. A sight rarely seen. "Yea.. I'm back. And I wouldn't be if it weren't fer you ya little rat." Xigbar wasn't angry at her per se, she just happened to be the one to talk to him in this foul mood.
The grin on her face grew. She hadn't seen him look this way before, she considered it an accomplishment for herself. Her toes dug into the gravel for a moment while she listened to him speak. Her eyebrows raised. "Rat?" she asked, giving a short laugh. Larxene put a hand gently over her chest. "Well aren't you sweet." She said, her expressed changed for a moment as if she actually received a heartfelt compliment. She gave a wink to add to the sarcasm before continuing on her way. There wasn't a thing in the world that'd get her to admit she actually alerted Xemnas because some shred of her feared for Xigbar's safety.
The wink was what did it. A low growl escaped Xigbar as he watched her start to walk away. Although using their powers does drain the souls that they all take, his anger was blinding his logic. Snapping his fingers, he takes a chunk of ground in front of her and flips it perpendicular to the ground she stands on, creating a sizable wall directly in front of her stride. Watching her face-plant into his trap, brought a smirk to his face, despite it all.
Larxene swore aloud, taking a shaky step backward after colliding with the wall the escape artist conjured up. She brought the back of her hand to her nose, peeking one eye open. Blood. She laughed and shook her head a few times even though she regretted the movement. Pain coursed up the side of her face again, causing her to grit her teeth for a few seconds. She laughed again, turning to him once more. She dabbed her nose with the side of her hand a second time, not bothering to try to stop the bleeding. She flashed him another grin. "I can uh…" She began, bringing her hand to her nose again. "respect that." She nodded, turning her head to the side to spit the blood that had made it's way into her mouth to the ground. "All that work was for nothin' now, huh?" She couldn't help but smirk. He did get her pretty good. "Was it worth it, Mister Escape Artist?" She asked, giving another wink for good measure before continuing back to her tent, sidestepping the makeshift wall. Tiredness crept up on her. She had been asleep for most of the day but this was a different volume of 'tired' to her. She looked down at her hands after she disappeared behind the doorway to her tent. She did manage to get a few scrapes on her hands too. She smirked.
"Shit..." Xigbar managed to murmur after Larxene left. Bringing his hands to his face to rub his temples, he couldn't help but feel bad. He hadn't meant to draw blood, but the sight did make him feel a little better. The wall he created crumbles back into place as he turns to leave. Continuing on he enters his tent, mind still racing from the events of the day. Everything is all set up for tomorrow night. Rows of long benches are placed on each side of the main area of the tent. Xigbar makes his way down the aisle, stepping up on the wooden stage and pushing past the curtain to enter his small closet of a room. Climbing into his hammock tied to the post in the ceiling, he forces himself to sleep, refusing to think about anything else.
Larxene held her sleeve to her nose for a few minutes, not particularly caring about the stain she would have to deal with later. She stepped past a doorway on the opposite side of her makeshift 'room'. She sighed, touching the side of her head with her free hand. The girl hoped that she'd feel up to par by morning. She stood in a somewhat tall circular room, the wooden stage itself stood in the center surrounded by red stadium style chairs. The transition from Larxene's 'room' to this one always felt a little strange to her, but that was the point, she guessed. The walls were a dark, murky green with wide black horizontal stripes. The ceiling was high. Black with little flecks of white and yellow, giving the illusion of stars. She eyed her setup silently for a few moments, content with herself. She stifled a yawn as she turned to leave. She needed to wash the remaining blood off of herself before she could sleep. She sighed in exasperation, hoping that somehow she wouldn't be bruised or cut up for opening night tomorrow.