Hey, hey bro,

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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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Cold weather was not Axel's favorite. It didn't really bother him so much--his internal thermostat was a little overzealous, after all--but he wouldn't have said he liked the cold. He had simply been well-equipped to deal with it, and all it had cost him was his heart.

He'd been about 2/3 asleep when he heard his door squeak open. He never bothered to latch it anymore. Demyx usually found at least three reasons a week to barge in, so it seemed a futile effort. With a sigh, Axel rolled over and plucked at the corner of his eyemask, squinting at the frosted glass of the window and then at the vague grainy silhouette of Demyx in the doorway.

"Dude it's like... absurd o'clock," he complained groggily, and then made a waving gesture toward the closet. "I've got a spare blanket on the top shelf," he said, and then rolled back over. "Take it. Go back to bed. You'll be fine."

Good grief, Demyx was such a baby sometimes. One little cold snap and he just fell apart.

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Opening his mouth to protest, Demyx quickly decides against it to walk over to the closet to peer inside. He'd already yanked the spare blankets from under his own bed, so he's not too certain this would help much. "S'not that late. Early. ...S'just cold. Really cold."

Sooner or later he'll probably end up wearing that gaudy wool sweater to bed if the temperature gets any lower--ah, there it is! The minute he tugs the blanket off the shelf, he wraps it as tight as he can around his shoulders and buries his nose into it. At least it hides his shivering. He shuffles back towards the door and glances back at Axel, "T-Thanks, bro."

Don't worry, Axel. He'll be back. Maybe.

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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

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It takes a couple pokes, but sure enough Demyx manages to lift his head up a bit. It takes just as long for him to register that it's Axel poking him and not some random redhead from his imagination.

"Nn...? Wha--?"

In most cases, he'd be surprised that he actually outslept Axel. This time, he didn't even want to try getting up. So what does he do? He curls in on himself even more and tucks his head back under the blankets with a hard shiver. Why was Axel here, again? Something about power? Fire? Nah, it had to have been something else, right? He forces himself to to peer up at the other Nobody with unfocused eyes, "Eh?"

Lips shouldn't be that blue, should they? Demyx grips the blankets a little tighter around himself, idly noting that his hands don't feel quite right. How long have they felt like that? It's kind of hard to keep a grip, now that he thinks about it.

"It's... Uh. Cal--Clos--" His face scrunches up. Why can't he say 'cold'?

Ah, heck with it. Maybe it's something he can just sleep off. Sleeping sounds really nice

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His eyes were all unfocused. That wasn't right. Demyx was a little spacey, but he could usually form cohesive sentences.

"Hey. Hey, Demyx, look at me--hey."

This was all wrong. Axel didn't know what was wrong, but something was most definitely wrong here. Demyx's skin looked kind of... blue. That's not normal, is it?

"Hey, come on, I'll ah..." Axel swirled one wrist in the air. "Well, the coffeepot won't work, but I could heat up a cup of... juice. For you. Or something. Come o--"

He reached out to slap Demyx's cheek with the back of his hand and recoiled sharply, his face warping with alarm. Jeez, his skin felt like cold wax or something. There was that weird squirmy feeling again. This was... this was bad. This was really bad--Axel was no doctor, but he was pretty sure skin was not supposed to feel like that. Demyx was not supposed to be that cold.

"Demyx, hey." He pinched a lock of the younger man's hair and tugged it--maybe pain would snap him out of it! "Come on, Demyx, talk to me