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[royaltentacles]

[ Good morning, dressing room resident. Or good middle-of-the-night, as it goes. Surprise! It's spell time (or is it?) and you're waking up in one of those nice and neat abandoned houses in the area! It's well-furnished with pillows and comfortable chairs, the air smells like alcohol, chocolate, and sweat, and you're surrounded by several dozen

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[orhighwaters]

I am never complaining about this place again.

[Says the Demyx in boxers - with a large bowl of popcorn - in the doorway.]

[orhighwaters]

[That mouthful of popcorn is going straight to his windpipe.]

[orhighwaters]

[It works! He swats at Xigbar to get him to stop, balancing the bowl against his side.]

Yeah, that's the part I always forget!

[orhighwaters]

Hey--

[He gets a frown, but Demyx doesn't try to fix it. Whatever he did last night sure turned it into a mess, and he hasn't had the time or interest to try and fix it. He does move the bowl so Xigbar can snatch some popcorn.]

All you had to do was ask.

[orhighwaters]

[Ew that's just unsanitary. Good thing Demyx doesn't care. He looks somewhat disturbed by that warning, then considers.]

I don't know, most of these don't look like they're up for a second round.

[orhighwaters]

[Sorry, what was that? Extra-soggy popcorn? You asked for it. Pchooooo water explosion beneath the popcorn, kernels everywhere, the crowd roaaaars!]

[orhighwaters]

[sdf;kjg why. His delicate frame. Okay no, but he's considering shooting a stream into Xigbar's face. He's not even struggling.]

You know, a little water's good for you and all that salt.