Hey, hey bro,

[ninthserenade]

Who: The Dumb Boys (Axel + Demyx)
When: Night of the 20th/21st
Where: Dem + Axel's apartment
Summary: If it's cold enough to snow, it's cold enough for water to freeze. This can't be good, right?
Warnings: None, but will update~

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"Yeah sure no worries don't mention it."

He gave a halfhearted wave and tugged the eyemask back down over his eyes. The apartment did get a bit cold at night, sure, but it wasn't that bad. Burrowing down into the blanket on his own bed, Axel managed to drift off to sleep.

He woke up a few hours later with a grimace on his face. He couldn't feel his toes--that was weird! Man, it really must have been cold. Inhaling softly, he coughed--the air was cold enough to make him cough? Something wasn't right here. Swiping the eyemask away, Axel glanced toward the window and frowned. The glass was completely frosted over, and--

"The hell?"

His breath was fogging up visibly! He sat up and exhaled in a deliberate huff, watching the condensation curl into the air. With a shudder, he snatched at the blanket on the bed and swirled it around his shoulders, getting to his feet and padding to the window. Rubbing at the frost with the edge of one hand Axel squinted to peer outside. It was snowing!

Ah, the power must have gone out or something. Inclement weather did that, right? It had never really snowed badly in Garden, but sometimes the wind knocked the power out. Surely snow could do the same thing, right?

Man, Demyx was probably having a fit. Tossing the blanket back onto the bed--"Brr!"--Axel grabbed a sweatshirt from where he'd tossed it over the back of the chair by the desk and tugged it over his head, sending his hair all askew. Scratching the crown of his head and not bothering to stifle a yawn, Axel pulled on a pair of socks and ambled into the hallway.

He shuffled into the kitchen and reached for the light switch. Maybe he could make a pot of coffe-- Wait, why wasn't the light wor-- Oh. If the power was out, he guessed he couldn't turn on the light. Or make coffee. Funny the way you took things like that for granted. Glancing up at the clock on the wall, he made a face. Was it really after eleven? The clock ran on batteries, so the power outage wouldn't have affected it.

Where the hell was Demyx? Axel was never the first one up.

"Demyx?"

He peered into the living room. No Demyx. Odd. He couldn't have gone to work--he rarely worked mornings, and he never would have left the house in this weather anyway. Was he still in bed? That wasn't like him. He was probably just buried in blankets sulking--what a baby.

Tugging the hood of his sweatshirt up and rubbing his arms through the sleeves, Axel hid a yawn behind one hand and shambled sleepily down the hall. He rapped on Demyx's door.

"Demyx? Oi, wake up you lazy bum," he called through the door. "Come on, you outslept me, you get a gold star." Silence. "... Demyx?" He narrowed his eyes and placed a hand on the doorknob. "Demyx, come on, don't be a wuss; it's not that cold." Still no answer.

Something twinged in Axel's stomach.

"Demyx, I'm coming in, so you'd better not be naked or anything."

Pushing the door open, all he saw was a mass of blankets on the bed. Oh, for crying out loud.

"Demyx, come on, man up," he said with a roll of his eyes. "I'll set a few magazines on fire or something; I'm sure the power'll be back on soon."

Still no response. He huffed and reached out to tug at the blankets.

"... Seriously? Come on, quit messin' around." Pulling the blanket back, Axel stopped short. Demyx was still asleep? Through all that? He was kind of a heavy sleeper, sure, but this was ridiculous. "Dude, wake up," he said, poking him in the forehead. "Demyx, quit playing around, it ain't funny."

What the hell was that weird tweaking sensation in his gut?