-- VIII --
[voiced / action]
What. What!? The hell is thi-
[Thunk. A curse word under his breath.]
No. Okay, no.
[Sounds of a door opening, something being set down outside, then Demyx coming back inside, sweeping his hands together like 'job well done'.
But there's a sort of swish noise, and the footsteps stop dead.]
You've got to be kidding me. I don't want you!
[And the sound of a window opening and something being pitched outside.
Guess who can't seem to get rid of a keyblade. Feel free to hear the freak-out, or witness any part of the above (him setting the keyblade out his front door, it disappearing, him hucking it out the window javelin-style...]
What. What!? The hell is thi-
[Thunk. A curse word under his breath.]
No. Okay, no.
[Sounds of a door opening, something being set down outside, then Demyx coming back inside, sweeping his hands together like 'job well done'.
But there's a sort of swish noise, and the footsteps stop dead.]
You've got to be kidding me. I don't want you!
[And the sound of a window opening and something being pitched outside.
Guess who can't seem to get rid of a keyblade. Feel free to hear the freak-out, or witness any part of the above (him setting the keyblade out his front door, it disappearing, him hucking it out the window javelin-style...]