[Private RP]

[dymeless]

Who: Saïx, Demyx, and Zexion
Where: Castle Oblivion
When: Late Evening
Rating: TBA
Warnings: Er... mild language in the first half, then apparently some
Male-on-Male action is to be RPed later? I have no clue what those crazy
kids have in mind... *mutters about young people*

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[ipullthestrings]

"I thought I recognized that scent."

Zexion entered the room through the back doorway with a small sack in hand. Looking at the two without realizing what was actually going on; he went on with his going-abouts and emptied the contents of the sack by the counter opposite them.

"Care for a spot of tea then, since you're both here." he offered, face turned away. "I thought I heard someone mention it, and was looking forward to a glass myself.

He had immediately begun preparing some when he finally got a good look at the two, and realized how heavy to atmosphere of the room was. "Oh my." he squeaked. "Did anything... happen here?" he inquired unsurely.

[dymeless]

Demyx's eyes grew wide when Zexion seemed to grow suspicious. Um, happen? Happen? No way. Of course not. Nothing happend. Saïx stopped Him before anything could "happen"...

Nonetheless, the blond threw on a shitty, half-assed grin. "What are you talking about?" he said almost a little awkwardly. Hopefully Saïx wouldn't say anything. What would Zexion think about him if he did? Demyx didn't need everyone knowing how weak and stupid he was--

"How are you? And how's life? Oh, I feel like we haven't talked in ages!" Maybe he was feeling a little desperate - he couldn't tell.

[kveld_ulf]

Thank God Zexion never seemed to sleep. At least Saïx wouldn’t be saddled with babysitting the kid all night long. It was strange, he couldn’t help sneering at Demyx, yet also looking at him like one might a kicked puppy. Maybe that was his specialty, looking sad and pathetic until people could no longer muster enough anger to properly punish him.

Well, he wasn’t about to let the kid continue making excuses for himself.
“Demyx insisted that he accompany me to the local tavern. Then he neglected to mention that he had some history with one of the drunks and I think I bruised my knuckles snapping the bridge of his nose in two places.” he responded concisely.

[ipullthestrings]

Definitely suspicious. “I guess I’m alright.” He said addressing Demyx’s question. “Life has been increasingly uneventful as of late, but I can’t complain too much.” He didn’t really want to comment on Demyx’s behavior at the moment, and how he thought the questions were just to shift away from the one Zexion had just asked him.

Luckily, Number VII was kind enough to fill in the blanks- apparently, to Demyx’s dismay.

“A drunk?” Zexion echoed, a slightly concerned tone was heard in his voice although he tried to hide it. “What did he do?” Now, he didn’t claim to know Number VII all that well, but he didn’t think him the type to go around attacking just about anyone. “Are you both alright?”