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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 assume. |D
His hands were still red and aching from a vicious battle with a door - a door that had been smothered in fast acting super glue, courtesy of a particular one eyed Nobody. As to when the acts of revenge originated was beyond Demyx, who had a scheming suspicion they wouldn't stop any time soon, not after Xigbar spent the night in a bed of ticks. Merely thinking about how that might feel made him shudder.
And so it came to this; Riku - another victim of the sticky door - and Demyx, lying low in an adjacent alley, avoiding the undoubtedly soon-to-come wrath of the Freeshooter. That was, of course, if he could find them- Demyx knew there was a roomy dumpster waiting for him somewhere in the darkest corner of Template. He'd look for it later.
"There'd better not be any in my room when I get back," he sighed, giving himself a once over for any lingering ticks. "Are you clean?"
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 assume. |D
His hands were still red and aching from a vicious battle with a door - a door that had been smothered in fast acting super glue, courtesy of a particular one eyed Nobody. As to when the acts of revenge originated was beyond Demyx, who had a scheming suspicion they wouldn't stop any time soon, not after Xigbar spent the night in a bed of ticks. Merely thinking about how that might feel made him shudder.
And so it came to this; Riku - another victim of the sticky door - and Demyx, lying low in an adjacent alley, avoiding the undoubtedly soon-to-come wrath of the Freeshooter. That was, of course, if he could find them- Demyx knew there was a roomy dumpster waiting for him somewhere in the darkest corner of Template. He'd look for it later.
"There'd better not be any in my room when I get back," he sighed, giving himself a once over for any lingering ticks. "Are you clean?"