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Current Location: Hallway, Kitchen

Selphie and Xemnas -complete-

Who: [Bad username or unknown identity: boomgameover �(Selphie), [info]firstsilence] (Xemnas)
Where: In the hallways
When: After Xemnas hears a strange comment about the Organization's outfits.
Rating: PG

Selphie walked out of her room, closing the door gently behind her. It had been a strange day. She hadn't been doing much since her arrival in the Mansion, but she had met up with Zell, and had been talking to several people.

As she walked along, she thought about a conversation she had been having earlier on. She had been talking with Ritsuka about the Organization and their get-ups, and how she thought it was strange they wore dresses.

But now, she was hungry, and she was on her way to the kitchen to prepare something to eat.

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Frankly, Xemnas couldn't take any more of the persistent... bitching that seemed to be never-ending over the journals, so he decided to take a breather and go for a walk to find some food and let off some steam. Feelings, indeed. How did one petty little witch think that she could change the facts that he himself had known for years?

It would never happen.

Shaking his head, he walked into the kitchen, searching for something -- anything -- to calm his irritation. Alcohol would do the trick.

Inside the kitchen, Selphie was munching on some chocolate. Boy, was she hungry. Several plates of things she might like to eat before she left lay scattered on the table, including a chocolate cake, bacon and chicken club sandwiches, a bowl of hot chips, a slab of rich chocolate, a bowl of Japanese noodles, Sushi, and a Stir-Fry.

"Hah!" She said, as she grabbed a handful of chips. "The Organization think they can get away with dressing in drag, do they? Well, it just won't do!"

Upon entering the kitchen, Xemnas spotted a young woman tucking into... the largest pile of food he had ever seen. Shaking his head and being rather thankful that hunger wasn't all that important to him, he ignored the girl, searching around the cupboards to find something to make.

However, he turned around at her comment, and glared at her. "The Organization does not dress in drag, thank you very much."

Selphie stared at the man who just walked in. He was one of the Organization; she knew because of the dres he was wearing. She figured this must be Xenmas, the leader, because of the authority he appeared to have. She chuckled to herself.

"Yes it does," She replied, munching on some Sushi. "It totally does. You're wearing a dress."

Xemnas snorted. "Do you have difficulty seeing? There is a rather large difference between a dress and a coat, thank you very much." He folded his arms, not really wanting to have to put up with yet another irritating person that was going to insult the Organization. He had a short fuse, and this... woman was about to completely explode it.

Selphie laughed. "Considering the fact that I am so much younger than you, I think you would be the one with the eyesight problem. That is a dress, mister, so up yours!!"

He would have responded to the age comment, but the fact that he didn't actually remember how old he had been when he was a Somebody -- late twenties, or something -- he didn't respond, no matter how much his blood boiled.

"It. Is. A. Coat."

Selphie smiled to herself as he thought about the age comment. She cut a piece of chocolate cake and stuffed it in her mouth. She had barely started to chew it when Xemnas replied.

"Dress!" She exclaimed, accidentally spitting bits of chocolate cake in his direction.

He glared tiredly at her as bits of chocolate cake were spat in his direction, and he avoided as many flying bits of baking as he could, brushing his hair out of his eyes. Honestly, was it, "Irritate the hell out of Organization XIII" day today, or what?

"Coat. And that is the end of the discussion." Blinking, he turned to quickly find something to take back to his room and eat, not wanting to put up with the teenager's comments for too much longer, if possible.

Selphie slapped a hand over her mouth as he practically gaped at her. She blinked stupidly, realising what she had done. She swallowed the cake - or the remains - quickly.

"Don't you like talking?" She asked with a laugh. "Tell me. Do you wear a petticoat under that fine dress? And what, may I ask, is the material of your fancy garment?"

"...I talk perfectly enough. I simply only converse with those that have brains in their skulls," Xemnas shot back, locating some of Celine's apology cake and cutting himself a slice. Cake, check. Exit clear, check. Now he just had to get out before he lost his temper.

"Oh, yes," he replied sarcastically, swiping a bottle of drink from the fridge as he passed it, "it's a pretty pink petticoat. Really."

"I have a brain in my skull, thank you." Selphie retorted. She watched him help himself to the apology cake, and smirked. "Shouldn't you watch what you eat, mister? I mean, you eat too much of that and you won't fit in your pretty dress anymore."

"I knew it would be a flattering colour like that." She smirked. "And tell me this: was it pink before Celine went around stealing everyone's clothes, or is that the colour it came back to you as? Y'know, and you didn't bother to try and fix it, cos you like pink so much??"

There is only one so much can take in a day, and Xemnas has been insulted more than enough today, to say the least.

Fuming, he glared once more at the girl, before losing his temper and lobbing the cake at her, leaving the kitchen with the bottle of drink clasped tightly in one hand.

First Elphaba, and now this one. What a day it had turned out to be.

Selphie looked up as Xemnas approached her, only to be smacked in the face with the slice of cake that Xemnas had been holding moments ago.

And now, he had gone. Rising slowly, Selphie walked over to the sink and washed her face. Grabbing her chocolate cake, she walked back to her room.

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Selphie and Xemnas -complete-

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