@bookofretribution
He isn’t sure what keeps drawing him back to Wonderland Woods, other than the slim hope his missing birds have nested there. And even that is beginning to seem like a pale, and feeble dream indeed. No matter the reason, Luxord keeps going back, and walking the paths. It is, at the very least, a pleasant walk, and gives him something to do other experience the many flavors of confusion this city has to offer.
It’s probably his own fault he trips; he should know to pay attention to where he’s walking, especially in a place called “wonderland”. That’s never a good sign. Nothing the city’s thrown at him, however, prepares him for who he falls on.
“Zexion? What are you doing here?”
It shouldn’t be shocking, and yet it is. Seeing their youngest member was a happy coincidence, but three of them being there? That’s venturing dangerously close to miracle territory.
“Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”