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[ninthserenade]

Who: The Dumb Boys (Axel + Demyx)
When: Morning, December 25th
Where: Dem + Axel's apartment
Summary: It's Christmas morning!
Warnings: None

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[got_it_memorizd]

Axel jerked awake with a start at the sound of his door opening, but didn't really have a chance to become coherent before there was a frantic Demyx leaping onto the foot of the bed. The younger man's words didn't quite register at first to Axel's half-asleep brain, but as the room came into focus Axel sat up and then lifted a hand to catch Demyx's arm as he flailed.

"You'll put someone's eye out," he complained, stifling a yawn behind his other hand and then releasing Demyx's wrist. "So wait, what now?" he asked, putting on a very good show of having No Idea What Demyx Was Talking About. "There's lots of things on the living room floor: magazines, paper plates, the remote..."

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"No, no, no! I mean--I know that! But that was last night!" He stammers off and leans forward on one hand, tugging at Axel's arm with the other. "Someone broke in and left something wrapped up in the living room!"

Because mysterious gifts were something to totally be suspicious about. "I don't get it, man."

[got_it_memorizd]

"... Well did you open it?" Axel asked, giving Demyx a befuddled look. "Why the hell would someone break into the apartment and leave something? Seems kinda backwards if you ask me."

And with that he flopped back down, faceplanting into his pillow as Demyx continued to tug on his arm.

"S'too early to call the cops," he grumbled; "go find out what it is and then wake me up at lunchtime and tell me."

What was Demyx doing awake at this hour anyway? Axel had really never understood the ritual of getting up really early on Christmas. It wasn't like the presents were going anywhere.

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"Hell with the cops," He switches his grip to Axel's wrist, busying himself with messing with the long fingers, "We've got the fire power here to drive people out." But he huffs, dropping his hand down onto the bed.

Lunchtime. He could do that.

"If you don't wake up when I come back I'll drag you outta bed by your feet, got it?"

Enjoy your sleep while it lasts, bro.

[got_it_memorizd]

Oh. Well. That had been easier than he'd expected.

"Sure, sure," he said, waving one hand and then pulling the sheet up over his head. "Whatever you want."

Wow, Demyx was actually going to let him sleep in? Best Christmas present ever!