When Xehanort mentioned Sephiroth's fight with Kefka, Kuja's gaze slid over to the silver-haired man. His eyebrows had shot back up, but, to his credit, he said nothing on the subject. This was the first he'd heard of the incident--possibly because he'd been too busy out here to pay much attention to what the others were doing.
He straightened just long enough to take one of the glasses and then sat back again, running his finger idly along the rim of the cup. "And do you come to us with something specific in mind, or do you only feel you'd like to see the intolerable thing eradicated?" He was looking thoughtful now, but he held his peace so Xehanort could speak.
The black mage returned with another two wine glasses, set them on the table, and shuffled off again to who knows where as its master silently dismissed it.
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Date: 2010-03-23 10:04 pm (UTC)He straightened just long enough to take one of the glasses and then sat back again, running his finger idly along the rim of the cup. "And do you come to us with something specific in mind, or do you only feel you'd like to see the intolerable thing eradicated?" He was looking thoughtful now, but he held his peace so Xehanort could speak.
The black mage returned with another two wine glasses, set them on the table, and shuffled off again to who knows where as its master silently dismissed it.