oo7 [voice, action for Axel] - backdated to the morning of the 4th
[When Demyx wakes up, things are pretty normal. The sirens have passed, the sun was just starting to peak, and his bed was nice and warm. ...A little too warm. So when he attempetd to roll over onto the cooler spot of the bed, he found himself rooted to the spot and an uncomfortable tightness around his midsection. A simple glance down would've
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You had to wake me up to tell you not to go in your room? WHAT might wake up?
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[There had been a time he'd slept like a rock, the way teenage boys tend to do, but that had all come to an end when he'd lost his home, his family, his best friend. Suddenly everything was a threat, everyone was an enemy, and Lea had learned to sleep with one eye open. But, well... that was definitely a story for some other time.
[Blowing out a sigh, Axel shakes his head again.]
Your guess is as good as mine--I only sort of met her like that one time, so I didn't happen to notice if she had like... wings or anything. Maybe she's got gecko-fingers, who knows?
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[Not to mention how he'd actually go into the showers and sleep in one of the stalls with the water running for nearly half a year. If they had a water bill, hoo boy.
He lightly nudges Axel's shoulder, offering him a cheerful look in an attempt to lighten the mood. Don't look so gloomy, eyemask boy.]
C'mon, don't make me squeamish, dude. I gotta admit though, it'd probably come in handy for a lot of things. You wouldn't be able to drop... Oh, I dunno, lots of stuff.
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[Ah, it's not gloom--he's just still sleepy. Yeah. No gloom here. He looks down at his own hands then, a contemplative expression on his face.]
Gecko-fingers'd be better than like... spider-fingers, though, if we're talking squeamish. Or maybe she just found some pixie-dust, I dunno. All I know is I wanna go back to bed, and I get the feeling that ain't gonna happen while she's occupying yours, so let's evict our uninvited guest and get it over with. It is way too early to be conscious.
I promise not to set her on fire, but that was my big strategic contribution. So I'm all ears, Mister Humanitarian.
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[He nods, rubbing at the side of his face. He didn't get home until around two in the morning, so he could get where Axel was coming from. Not to mention he slept in during his days off now that he didn't have to worry about daily missions.]
Well... What would you do if you woke up to some weird chick in your bed? Besides turning her into extra crispy bacon.
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[And then he looks thoughtful.]
Besides crispy bacon? I guess I would probably tell her to get the hell out of my room and learn to knock, at the very least. Inviting yourself over is just plain rude.
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[Hoo boy, no matter how he looks at it, it seems like it's going to end in a confrontation either way.]
I wouldn't mind it so much if it was a friend who dropped by at random, but... Eh... This is gonna be kinda hard.
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[He stares at him a moment.]
... This is seriously freaking you out, isn't it. You look about as uncomfortable as Larxene in a room full of fluffy adorable kittens. [Siiigh.] Do you want me to get rid of her? ... I promise not to set her on fire, cross my... er... [He crosses the area below where his heart would be, across his rubs.] Cross my spleen.
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[A beat.]
Your spleen. ...Okay.
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Seriously, though. Do you want me to evict our uninvited sleepover guest or are you just gonna crash on the floor in my room until you muster up the courage to tell her to bugger off?
[He puts a hand on his chin.] Think we could get her to do the dishes? I'd be okay with her staying if she did the dishes--I hate doing dishes.
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[He opens his mouth to respond, then shuts it. Open, close. Open, close. Open--and then he waggles a finger at Axel.]
That... That's actually not really a bad idea, dude.
[A beat.]
I mean, I'd feel kinda bad about it but d'ya think she'd do breakfast too?
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[Axel holds his elbow in one hand, his chin in the other, his eyes winging toward the ceiling.]
Okay let's think this through. On one hand, we might not ever have to cook breakfast or do the dishes again. On the other... we'd have a creepy stalker in the house and the mancave would have been infiltrated by a woman. Who is also a creepy stalker. [He purses his lips and gives Demyx a serious look.] That might actually require us to detract points from our Man Cards. Plus like what if she wants to, you know... put up fancy curtains and have Tupperware parties? I'm not sure I'm willing to make this sacrifice just so I don't have to do the dishes.
[A pause for effect.]
We could just start buying paper plates.
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[Drat, those are all pretty good points. Girls are weird--Oh. Oh. And something stems from that thing he calls a brain.]
And on one hand, she'd probably start calling me her boyfriend. [His face screws up in a way that would seem like he just discovered a three-month old "science project" in the back of the fridge.] And then on the other, we'd probably hafta stop leaving the seat on the toilet up. And no more hour-long baths cuz of the hot water and leaving our shirts on the floors or whatever chicks yell at dudes about.
[Then his face screws up even more.]
Yeah, but think of the garbage. That'd stink up the place, wouldn't it?
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[Damn right--girls just complicate things. Especially like... human girls with hearts and feelings and stuff. Not that Axel's entirely convinced Nobodies don't have those things, but... well, some sure don't. Like Larxene. Yikes. Axel makes a bit of a face too then, though his is more one of sheer unadulterated horror with a splash of disappointment.]
She'd probably make us get rid of the juice can pyramid, too...
I think that settles it. We'll just have to start taking the garbage out more often; I can live with that. [He holds out a fist for a proper bump to indicate that this matter has been officially settled.] No girls allowed.
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