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Characters: Demyx [pringlesoriginal] and Riku [original]
Where: Outside of the Cruz Ansata house, probably in an alley.
When: After this!
Summary: Demyx is a drug addict and his stash is low so he's off to find Riku, the local drug lord and well-known pimp, and ask for more through sexual favours and illegally obtained cash.
Warnings: None, I would

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Riku didn't suffer the wrath of wood ticks very often back home. Because of his lack of experience with them, it took every ounce of his machismo to keep from shrieking like a ninny at the sight of the flat, brown, blood-sucking insects as he poured a bucketful of them over Xigbar's bed. It was revenge for his poor torn pants and the raw palm of his hand, he had to keep reminding himself. He would save any repressed disgust and terror for later.

His back slid against the brick of the building they'd hid beside till he'd plopped down on the cement, heart racing. Riku peered into his shirt, patted down his pants; he found a single one crawling along his neck. After a brief heart attack he plucked it off and burnt it to ash with a small purple-black flame from his Dark Aura.

"Now I am," Riku said in the middle of a lengthy exhale. "We'll hide out here for a while. You can stay in my room if you need to... or something." The invitation left his lips before he had time to ponder its consequences. It was strange of him to be this nice

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Laughing, Demyx shook his head, thinking the offer to be a joke. "No, that's okay. I'll be fine." It must have been a joke. The pair of them weren't exactly close friends, or even casual friends. They'd have stayed enemies in their world; the keybearers hunting down every last Organization member in less than a week. Not that he cared, of course. He couldn't. His shoulders sagged slightly as he feigned a sort of triumphant, cheery grin.

"That was good though, huh? I wish I'd get to see his face when he finds them all." Not to mention Xigbar's retaliation. They were more painful than Demyx's schemes, admittedly, but he didn't want to hurt the older Nobody. He had enough scars, didn't he?

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Riku shifted himself around on the scratchy surface of his seating, seeking a more comfortable position. Failing that, he flicked a piece of his long hair over his shoulder to look at the Nobody at his side. He was still a little shocked with himself about how hospitable he was trying to be, and even more so when he continued to prod at Demyx about the issue. "You sure you'd rather sleep in dumpsters till it all dies down?"

He chuckled softly, nodding once. "I admit, that... will be pretty nasty for Xigbar." He resisted the urge to tap his fingers together and laugh maniacally, instead adding, "Excellent." The nasty part of him knew, too, that Xigbar would be more likely to go after Demyx than himself for revenge. Riku's automatic excuse was he has no heart; who cares? yet he still felt a lingering sense of guilt crawling through his abdomen, and shook such a thought away.

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Incredulously, Demyx eyed the other boy; so it had been a genuine proposal. He sat with his knees tucked in to his chest, a position concealing his awkward fidgeting as he thought how to respond to the situation. Demyx wasn't accustomed to this kindness, or any of the sort, for that matter. He especially didn't think Riku had any kindness to show for a Nobody. "Dumpsters would be safe, though - Xigbar wouldn't look there."

Demyx's grin widened, his head reclining till it hit the wall behind softly. He'd return to the townhouse in a week, maybe; enough time for the ticks to meet their doom and for Xigbar to change his mind about strangling him - or worse. His fingertips tingled at the memory of the door and suddenly he cranked his head toward Riku, donning a look of concern. "How are your palms? Have they healed?"