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[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

Xigbar is so not inside today. He's seen those people running around in eyepatches, and talking like Luxord on a bad day. That shit is so not on.

Fucking idiots.

[Xigbar]

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[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

Xaldin laughs, just a little bit, "Woosh?" he asks, even as the wind picks up to send them toward the fold in space.

[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

"Woosh," Xigbar repeats, gesturing for emphasis.

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

"You? Are trashed." Xaldin says.

It should be fondly.

It would be fondly.

But.

Xaldin sets up a counter wind on the other side of the fold to ping-pong them through it repeatedly.

[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

"Totally," he agrees.

The process would probably make anyone else nauseous at the very least.

For Xigbar, it's something that's as close to real fun as he can have.

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

Xaldin doesn't mind doing this. He has the teleportation from world to world with Xigbar. It may not count as fun, but it's close enough.

There is a second of freefall in between the two wind fronts, and Xaldin closes his eyes for that every time.

[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

It's relaxing, and it helps him to not think of all the things in his head right now. That moment of slip as space loops back on itself pushes his mind into the same pattern.

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

When he realizes that Xaldin puts for the effort to make the slip as predictable as possible, settling it into something as close to a Zen rhythm as he can.