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Hey there! This is Demyx, the one and only Melodious Nocturne and Number 9 in the Organization. Just do me a favor? Don’t tell Saix about this. He’ll think I’m slacking off.
The Ridiculous Faces of Axel
I’d choose you. Every goddamned time.
Six Word Story (via eightleggedman). (via charm-in-dysfunction)

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"Hey, sleepyhead."


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Send me “Hey, sleepyhead” and my muse will react to finding yours in their bed.

"…You’re lucky I care about ya, Mulletboy, or you’d be in the hall by now."

Crawls in behind Demyx, gets comfortable, and strokes his blond hair a bit.

"Hehe, I love you too, Xiggy." The blonde scooted over some to make room for the other, snuggling up to him once he was in the bed.

He hummed happily when Xigbar stroked his head. “So you’re not upset then?” 

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Intruder in Shinra HQ

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Well, right or wrong they’d both committed to this path and Rude, who was now twisting his mouth into an unimpressed snarl and penciling in a birth date in his notes, didn’t really care which it was. 

Rude also took down this new story and frowned. He added that the guy was born in the slums. There was always something wrong with slum records, so his lack of ID and information wouldn’t be too remarked on. 

"You’ll be here for a few days I think. I’ve heard of gangs like this. Bunch of punks." The words were flawless. Rude opened the door again and let the guards hear him as he said, "You’ll get back below the plate soon enough. Staying alive after that is your problem."

Now, to put all this bullshit into the system and hope this prisoner didn’t try to bust out of here with his little… black hole tricks. Shit, this was getting insane.

"Gotta make a living somehow, ya know?" Demyx sat down, watching as the other wrote down who knew what. A few days… would he be alright until then? He wondered if they would come looking for him. What if they thought he ran away? He’d have to come up with some sort of excuse.

"Yeah, okay. It was nice meeting you, Phil." There really wasn’t much else he could do now. He supposed if he really needed to, he would have to leave the same way that he came. But for now he’d trust the guy to get him out as soon as possible.

'Thank you,' he mouthed.