((FFFFF, why does work always eat my life when I least expect it to.... I'm sorry for this taking so long and still being a little on the crap side, but I figure, hey, some fic is better than no fic. I have no idea why this one decided to go the way it did, either.))
"-so he told me to go fly a kite, and that actually seemed like a great idea, so here I am!"
Zexion stared impassively at Demyx, only quirking an eyebrow once the blond had stopped his rambling, over-excited tale. "Let me get this straight," he began as he rubbed his face with one hand, voice raspy and clumsy from sleep. "You're here. At six in the morning. To get me out of bed. So we can fly kites?"
"Yep!" Demyx replied brightly. He tapped his foot (that was trapped in the door way, and damn Demyx's surprisingly fast reflexes, because otherwise, Zexion would be back in his bed and already asleep again) as he considered something. "That sounds about right. Why? Is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong, because I don't remembering doing anything wrong, but that never means I didn't do it anyway."
A thought occured to Zexion, and he silently cursed his sleep-clogged mind for not coming up with it sooner. "Demyx..."
"Yeah, what? What is it, huh?"
"Demyx, did Axel give you an energy drink?"
Aqua eyes blinked at him before their edges crinkled up in a huge smile. "Yes," Demyx spoke deliberately, taking special care with the word before his speech sped up again. "He did. It tasted like orange flavored battery acid, only I wouldn't know that because I've never drank battery acid, but if it had a flavor, tha-mmph?"
Seconds later, Zexion pulled back and licked his lips, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "That does taste like battery acid."
"Mmm-hmmm," Demyx hummed in agreement, eyes unfocused.
Rolling his eyes, Zexion reached out and grabbed Demyx's wrist, tugging him inside. "We're going to bed. And when we get out of bed at a reasonable hour, then we can go fly kites in the park."
Demyx almost started protesting and pulling away, but he lacked the coordination. "Bu-but, Zexy, I'm not tiiiired!"
"-so he told me to go fly a kite, and that actually seemed like a great idea, so here I am!"
Zexion stared impassively at Demyx, only quirking an eyebrow once the blond had stopped his rambling, over-excited tale. "Let me get this straight," he began as he rubbed his face with one hand, voice raspy and clumsy from sleep. "You're here. At six in the morning. To get me out of bed. So we can fly kites?"
"Yep!" Demyx replied brightly. He tapped his foot (that was trapped in the door way, and damn Demyx's surprisingly fast reflexes, because otherwise, Zexion would be back in his bed and already asleep again) as he considered something. "That sounds about right. Why? Is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong, because I don't remembering doing anything wrong, but that never means I didn't do it anyway."
A thought occured to Zexion, and he silently cursed his sleep-clogged mind for not coming up with it sooner. "Demyx..."
"Yeah, what? What is it, huh?"
"Demyx, did Axel give you an energy drink?"
Aqua eyes blinked at him before their edges crinkled up in a huge smile. "Yes," Demyx spoke deliberately, taking special care with the word before his speech sped up again. "He did. It tasted like orange flavored battery acid, only I wouldn't know that because I've never drank battery acid, but if it had a flavor, tha-mmph?"
Seconds later, Zexion pulled back and licked his lips, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "That does taste like battery acid."
"Mmm-hmmm," Demyx hummed in agreement, eyes unfocused.
Rolling his eyes, Zexion reached out and grabbed Demyx's wrist, tugging him inside. "We're going to bed. And when we get out of bed at a reasonable hour, then we can go fly kites in the park."
Demyx almost started protesting and pulling away, but he lacked the coordination. "Bu-but, Zexy, I'm not tiiiired!"
"I never said we were going to sleep."
"So what did you me-oh! ...a-ah, Z-Zexion..."
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