The little Heartless didn't normally make any sounds. The Gambler rarely heard them scream before. But it seemed to be a running game that the other Nobodies played, to torture and tear at them until they broke under the pressure and made the most bizarre crooning and shrieking. It was... heartbreaking.
Luxord thought so, poking at the shadowy, formless innards of a Heartless in his room. He was content to leave science to the professionals, but he was curious, and curiousity was one of his "emotions" he treasured. The little critter squirmed and wriggled, bound by chains he'd borrowed from one of the science labs, from someone's full permission. He poked, prodded, his patience limitless as he waited for the little sound to come out of the Heartless again.
There it was! The end of his knife punctured a tiny organ somewhere. At least he thought that's what it was. And the creature gave a shudder and a whimpering, yodeling howl and started to struggle. Then it went still, absolutely still.
Luxord poked it again. "That's all? What a wilting disappiontment." He dropped the knife onto his tea table as soon as the Heartless began to disperse and go elsewhere. It might reappear and probably remember the torture it had been submitted to and never come within ten yards of the castle again.
The chains he could return later. He dragged them away from the wall and put them in a box to deliver back to the labs. In a completely gratuitous show of boredom, he wiped a hand over his forehead and then quickly combed his hair with his fingers back into place. He pouted at the ceiling, laying on his bed, before standing again quickly, sweeping the bag of tea Marluxia had given him off the table onto the floor. "Poison," he muttered, "keep your poison from my sanctuary, garden snake."
And there was the small matter of that Servant's metal hand. It was still in his drawer. Just... sitting there. He really didn't want it anymore! Honestly. It was an eyesore even when he couldn't see it. Crossing his room to the drawer in question, he pulled it open, revealed the metal hand and dropped it with a thunk onto the bureau. It was ugly, really. And that girl had almost killed him... that was a mistake. Never again. If there was even so much as a hint of danger from her, he'd make her a die in a second and drop-kick her off Havoc's Divide.
Little snitch. Perhaps Larxene won't be pleased, but since when did I ever care what that fat cow ever thought? Let her come like that little wench's mommy. I won't underestimate her Servant, but I won't give her respect she doesn't deserve.
He poked at the metal hand once before turning to pick up the bag of tea. He smelled it again. It didn't smell that good, now that he was digesting its aroma once again. Marluxia made good tea, but he was secretly waiting for the day when Marluxia would kill them all... not that it would happen soon. That's simply foolish.