closed starter for @tenebrismking
Every ‘Nort has his own flavor. Xigbar had learned this quickly enough upon joining the Ranks of the “True Organization”: the elder with his grandstanding and uncontrollable megalomania; his younger counterpart, with a cool intensity hiding a burbling desire; the Nobody, whose calculated melancholy had become one of Xigbar’s primary familiarities in how long they had shared a living space.
The Seeker, however---Xigbar’d not managed to properly make his acquaintance, and to better size him up.
No doubt he shared something of a singular mind that Heartless tend to exhibit, those boastful monologues about Basking in Darkness, Embracing the Darkness, blah blah blah Darkness certainly unmissed by Xigbar’s trained ear.
But there is always more---always something below that readily-seen surface.
And it’s high time they had a real conversation.
“So,” he’s upside down, arms crossed, appearance abruptly unannounced with his lazy drawl, as per usual, “what happened to that other get-up that I heard about you wearin’? Gotta say, from what I hear, it gave ya quite a good amount of… breathing room.”