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Insomnia. Again. No matter how he tries lately, rest eludes, flitting away just as he thinks he's caught it. Carefully, Demyx crawls out of bed, trying not to disturb Xigbar -- a number of things about Xigbar are really, really bothering him, and if Xig won't give him answers... well, he'll try to find them.
As he wanders down the stairs, he considers. First of all, no heart? ... granted, he might not be the greatest judge, but Xig has been really sweet to him, so it kinda makes him wonder. Like, even more sweet than when he was just protective before ... before everything. Second ... Xig still won't talk about those damn stupid scars, much less his eye. No matter how Dem tries to coax or cajole or tease or toy, Xig is staying entirely mum.
AND HOW THE HELL DID XIG COME BACK?! ... for that matter, Marluxia and Luxord are mysteries, too, but he is much more interested in Xig's story.
Demyx carefully eases open the door to the lab, feeling around for traps as he goes. He hasn't quite worked out the ethics of this, but he has decided that he's less concerned with them, and more concerned with the curiosity that has been eating him alive.
As he steps in, he pauses, taking a look around and seeing what changes time has wrought, though the only one that makes an impression is the messiness. Demyx carefully lifts his feet, and avoids bumping tablecorners as he navigates towards the bookshelf in the corner.
It feels deeply personal to be wandering without permission through something that Xigbar considers so private. Demyx muses on the feeling as he lifts a book from the top shelf, studying the cover. Unpleasant Ways to Die. He stifles a giggle, flipping through the cartoons for a moment.
He absently sets it down on the corner of a table, distracted as he considers where to look for anything that might tip him off about what's going on in Xigbar's head. Unfortunately, he only manages to get the book halfway on the table, and as it falls he ducks down to catch it, accidentally knocking his head against the edge of the table.
He dodges quickly, not even trying to save the beaker of royal blue liquid -- who knows what Xig's chemicals would do to him? -- and the beaker shatters, the liquid immediately releasing a dizzying, cloyingly sweet scent.
Demyx sways, starts, and grabs at the edge of the table as the smell goes right to his head. The last thought in his mind, as he crashes to the ground, another beaker falling down on top of him, is that this would be a really icky way to get added to that book...
As he wanders down the stairs, he considers. First of all, no heart? ... granted, he might not be the greatest judge, but Xig has been really sweet to him, so it kinda makes him wonder. Like, even more sweet than when he was just protective before ... before everything. Second ... Xig still won't talk about those damn stupid scars, much less his eye. No matter how Dem tries to coax or cajole or tease or toy, Xig is staying entirely mum.
AND HOW THE HELL DID XIG COME BACK?! ... for that matter, Marluxia and Luxord are mysteries, too, but he is much more interested in Xig's story.
Demyx carefully eases open the door to the lab, feeling around for traps as he goes. He hasn't quite worked out the ethics of this, but he has decided that he's less concerned with them, and more concerned with the curiosity that has been eating him alive.
As he steps in, he pauses, taking a look around and seeing what changes time has wrought, though the only one that makes an impression is the messiness. Demyx carefully lifts his feet, and avoids bumping tablecorners as he navigates towards the bookshelf in the corner.
It feels deeply personal to be wandering without permission through something that Xigbar considers so private. Demyx muses on the feeling as he lifts a book from the top shelf, studying the cover. Unpleasant Ways to Die. He stifles a giggle, flipping through the cartoons for a moment.
He absently sets it down on the corner of a table, distracted as he considers where to look for anything that might tip him off about what's going on in Xigbar's head. Unfortunately, he only manages to get the book halfway on the table, and as it falls he ducks down to catch it, accidentally knocking his head against the edge of the table.
He dodges quickly, not even trying to save the beaker of royal blue liquid -- who knows what Xig's chemicals would do to him? -- and the beaker shatters, the liquid immediately releasing a dizzying, cloyingly sweet scent.
Demyx sways, starts, and grabs at the edge of the table as the smell goes right to his head. The last thought in his mind, as he crashes to the ground, another beaker falling down on top of him, is that this would be a really icky way to get added to that book...