I can feel another KH kick coming on....
I had this idea while in the shower. Has anyone ever noticed that it's so easy to think in there? I wonder why?
Anyway,I may or may not continue on this (it's supposed to be like, a short little one shot or whatever, but nothing is ever a short little oneshot with me, so...
but I wanted to get this writen down before I forgot it. I had more planned out, but I'm to lazy right now to write it down, since I'm working on another half-baked KH fic (me and my randomly returning fandoms. Sheesh. Like, this attack had absolutely no warning and no trigger. Trufax)which I will probably be posting here at some point and maybe on my (new....again) FF.net account. (It's THIaCG, in case I forget later. Stands for 'Thank God I'm a Country Girl')
Zexion didn’t like music.
He didn’t really hate it or anything, he just….didn’t like it. He didn’t like pop, it was to teeny-sugar-sweet, didn’t like rock, it was to loud and in-your-face, didn’t like rap, it was to abrasive, didn’t like country, it was to….twangy. (and he really hated that he had to resort to using a not-word to describe something, but it was the only one he could think of that sounded right.) What he did like, was quiet, and music? Music was not quiet. Therefore, Zexion did not like music. Which actually led to some awkward moments, because apparently, when people try to strike up a conversation with other people that they don’t know, a favorite question to ask is ‘So what kind of music do you like?’ And Zexion would say he didn’t like music. And then the person would stare at him, with their mouth open in a sort of premature half-laugh, as if they were waiting for a punch line...except he didn’t have one.
When the person finally figured out that the was being serious, they would scrunch up their noses, like they thought he was lying or being particularly dense, and go ’Well what about--’ and start listing genres. It was…irritating, but he supposed that he couldn’t really blame them; How often did you meet someone that didn’t have at least one favorite song? Zexion didn’t….despise music, exactly, or think it useless, trivial noise…it was ok, if you liked that kind of thing.
Zexion just…didn’t.
So when he found out he was rooming with a music major, he was….understandably distressed.
Because Zexion did not like music and Demyx? Demyx fucking loved the stuff.
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“Well,” Demyx said, running a hand through his hair, shifting from foot to foot and looking generally uncomfortable. “it’s not like I could write you a love song, right? So I had to get…um…creative?” And he looked so hopeful that Zexion really didn’t have the heart to tell him that he didn't even like him.
"Oh." he said instead. "Um...thanks?" And Demyx looked perfectly happy with that, so Zexion breathed a sigh of relief, put the flower on his desk and wondered what the hell kind of person knew how to make origami flowers in this day and age anyway?
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The day Zexion's mother came to visit him in the dorms was tense for Zexion and he didn't even know why.
I like to beat people over the head with stuff for dramatic effect. >.> Errr....figuratively, because when you do it literally people tend to take it personal and get mad.
GOD THE AMOUNT OF TYPO'S TONIGHT!! Geez!
Anyway,I may or may not continue on this (it's supposed to be like, a short little one shot or whatever, but nothing is ever a short little oneshot with me, so...
but I wanted to get this writen down before I forgot it. I had more planned out, but I'm to lazy right now to write it down, since I'm working on another half-baked KH fic (me and my randomly returning fandoms. Sheesh. Like, this attack had absolutely no warning and no trigger. Trufax)which I will probably be posting here at some point and maybe on my (new....again) FF.net account. (It's THIaCG, in case I forget later. Stands for 'Thank God I'm a Country Girl')
Zexion didn’t like music.
He didn’t really hate it or anything, he just….didn’t like it. He didn’t like pop, it was to teeny-sugar-sweet, didn’t like rock, it was to loud and in-your-face, didn’t like rap, it was to abrasive, didn’t like country, it was to….twangy. (and he really hated that he had to resort to using a not-word to describe something, but it was the only one he could think of that sounded right.) What he did like, was quiet, and music? Music was not quiet. Therefore, Zexion did not like music. Which actually led to some awkward moments, because apparently, when people try to strike up a conversation with other people that they don’t know, a favorite question to ask is ‘So what kind of music do you like?’ And Zexion would say he didn’t like music. And then the person would stare at him, with their mouth open in a sort of premature half-laugh, as if they were waiting for a punch line...except he didn’t have one.
When the person finally figured out that the was being serious, they would scrunch up their noses, like they thought he was lying or being particularly dense, and go ’Well what about--’ and start listing genres. It was…irritating, but he supposed that he couldn’t really blame them; How often did you meet someone that didn’t have at least one favorite song? Zexion didn’t….despise music, exactly, or think it useless, trivial noise…it was ok, if you liked that kind of thing.
Zexion just…didn’t.
So when he found out he was rooming with a music major, he was….understandably distressed.
Because Zexion did not like music and Demyx? Demyx fucking loved the stuff.
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“Well,” Demyx said, running a hand through his hair, shifting from foot to foot and looking generally uncomfortable. “it’s not like I could write you a love song, right? So I had to get…um…creative?” And he looked so hopeful that Zexion really didn’t have the heart to tell him that he didn't even like him.
"Oh." he said instead. "Um...thanks?" And Demyx looked perfectly happy with that, so Zexion breathed a sigh of relief, put the flower on his desk and wondered what the hell kind of person knew how to make origami flowers in this day and age anyway?
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The day Zexion's mother came to visit him in the dorms was tense for Zexion and he didn't even know why.
I like to beat people over the head with stuff for dramatic effect. >.> Errr....figuratively, because when you do it literally people tend to take it personal and get mad.
GOD THE AMOUNT OF TYPO'S TONIGHT!! Geez!