They rang across the courtyard loudly. ((Yes, we have a courtyard now, didn't you get the memo?))
A single figure, dressed entirely in black, a hood obscuring his face observed the activities around, the leather creaking ever so lightly with each motion.
Organization XIII had come to - Oh, wait, that's my slash fic.
((-scribbles can be heard in the background-))
Ah, here we are.
Not footsteps, but rather, maniacal laughter rang across the courtyard ((Cause we still have one.))
"Hmm... this little place has too much boring and not enough burning." the man, dressed rather brightly, said with a cruel smile.