Ienzo is careful to keep his expression neutral. He knew there wouldn't be much of a direct altercation. He hadn't earned the title Cloaked Schemer for nothing. But at the same time he hadn't expected his Nobody to be sitting out in the open so brazenly, either. Ienzo frowned slightly, trying to read Zexion's body language, his tone of voice. He couldn't read his mind...and wasn't so sure he wanted to. Zexion was the embodiment of his Darkness...everything that lay at the deepest recesses of his heart given form and a voice and a will of its own. But the question still stands--why isn't Zexion there, instead of so close to the surface? Better yet, what did he mean? 'Those moments where our heart cries out'...?
Well, then. Best not to keep this one waiting too long. He gets straight to the point, not really in a mood to humor the twists and turns of a dark mind. Especially not after being stared at with...with whatever kind of appraisal that was.
"...Why are you stealing my body? You should know better. You're part of me, not the other way around."
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Date: 2015-09-01 06:50 pm (UTC)Well, then. Best not to keep this one waiting too long. He gets straight to the point, not really in a mood to humor the twists and turns of a dark mind. Especially not after being stared at with...with whatever kind of appraisal that was.
"...Why are you stealing my body? You should know better. You're part of me, not the other way around."