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With a huff he gave up all his anger and sank into the wall behind him. Shaking his head he crossed his arms over his chest thinking of what the mission had been. The entire ordeal had made him completely forget where they were going. "Oh..uh." Thinking hard for a moment he finally remembered. "Wonderland!"
Demyx smiled at that. "Cool." He always did enjoy visiting that world, only falling second to Atlantica.
He avoided the beserker’s death glare and dashed out of the room with enthusiasm, dragging Roxas along with him. When they were a safe distance away, the man breathed a sigh of relief, heavily leaning against a white wall.
“Aw man, I thought he was seriously going to kill me.” He said with his usual amount of melodrama.
Being lead out of the room so forcefully drained all the color from his face. Finally able to catch his breath when the other leaned on the wall Roxas bent down breathing slightly heavier.
Regaining his composure he glared up to Demyx. “What was that! You made me go through all that trouble and you still take the mission?” Tone sharpening the blond stepped forward. “If I had known you would fold that easy I wouldn’t have tried so hard to cover for you.”
Demyx stood up, glancing over at the other before giving a shrug. He dismissed the other's little tirade before speaking. "Ah, well. Thanks for trying anyways." The little event rolled off his back easily and he was back to his usual happy-go-lucky self.
"So, where's this mission anyways?"
He was in the mid-run as the blue-haired walked into the room, sitar in hand and one foot comically raised in the air. “Uh.” He began, become setting the foot down. “I was—getting ready.” He with mock excitement. “Don’t worry about me anymore Roxas. I’m fine!” The cheer was now pointed at the blond. “Guess we should get on that mission!”
Roxas continued his efforts to lead Saix away from the room. All the way to the door he did everything he could short of physically dragging the blue haired man away. Stopping in the door way his expression fell watching as Demyx froze mid get away. Dropping his head he pressed the bridge of his nose not believing he just went through all that trouble. Hearing his name be called by the overly giddy man he looked up. In disbelief the blond almost began picking at his ears in fears he was going deaf at the willingness of Demyx to go on a mission. “Uh…yea. Lets get going.”
He avoided the beserker's death glare and dashed out of the room with enthusiasm, dragging Roxas along with him. When they were a safe distance away, the man breathed a sigh of relief, heavily leaning against a white wall.
"Aw man, I thought he was seriously going to kill me." He said with his usual amount of melodrama.
As Saix began to move Roxas stood his ground nervously. "Really I think he'll be fine. Just don't think he's up to work today!" The blue haired man passed him still saying nothing. Half expecting to be hit he was relieved a blow never came. Staggering forward he followed him, noticing he was going in the direction of the room Demyx was in."Really I think he's alright no need to check on him!" As they neared the door Roxas' eyes went wide. Coughing loudly he gave the signal, all be it too late.
He was in the mid-run as the blue-haired walked into the room, sitar in hand and one foot comically raised in the air. "Uh." He began, become setting the foot down. "I was--getting ready." He with mock excitement. "Don't worry about me anymore Roxas. I'm fine!" The cheer was now pointed at the blond. "Guess we should get on that mission!"
New Dances to be Had|| New Followers
‘Interesting,’ Mikael remarked, now reminded more of the way Zero summoned pigeons to block bullets and make himself look cool, ‘That must be handy to have around. I’m guessing you weaponise it, yes? Musical Assassin sort of thing. That must be quite a show.’
"Assassin?" He gave a little laugh. "I don't think I'm that. I don't really like to fight much; it's kinda--gross."
Cool, new follower
“Cool, I reeeeeaaally need a break anyways.” He said as he put his sitar aside.
“Awesome. Well, what would you like to do?” He gave a small smile towards the blond male.
He shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe we could like just chill or something? 'Less you got something better in mind."
“Thanks, Roxas.” He said, as he leaned back in his chair—happy that he managed to avoid another day’s work. “I owe you one!”
Trudging out of the room Roxas dread having to cover for Demyx. Not only would he have to do extra work, he would undoubtedly be under the wrath of Saix for a while as well. Slowly making his way back to the Grey Area he looked to the end of the room, to the blue haired tyrant. ‘Maybe he’ll believe Demyx is sick and won’t take it out on me.’ He halfheartedly thought to himself. Mustering up the courage he finally spoke. “Demyx is sick, so I don’t think he’ll be coming today. “
His head perked up at the sound of footsteps, which suspiciously sounded like those of a particular x-face. "Shit." He muttered before grabbing his sitar, ready to dash out of here.
Eroding Hearts: New followers
“Uhh.” He looked slightly alarmed at that prospect. “Just—warn me?”
Sighing he turned around to leave. “Yea…I’ll just make a noise or something to warn you.”
"Thanks, Roxas." He said, as he leaned back in his chair--happy that he managed to avoid another day's work. "I owe you one!"
Cool, new follower
“Then why you here with me?” He teased with a small grin.
“I wanted to see you. It’s been a while.”
"Cool, I reeeeeaaally need a break anyways." He said as he put his sitar aside.
Cool, new follower
“Pretty good, man.” The musician leaned back in his seat. “Still hanging out with the new guys?”
“With the new guys..?” He asked cluelessly. He then remembered what he was on about. “Ah! Yeah.”
"Then why you here with me?" He teased with a small grin.
Roxas walked into the room following the sound of music he knew it could only be one person. He had been sent by Saix to deliver a message and following that...
Eroding Hearts: New followers
Roxas rolled his eyes at the pathetic attempt to get out of working. "Right. Sick." He nodded slowly. "So what should I tell Saix if he wants to come looking for you?"
"Uhh." He looked slightly alarmed at that prospect. "Just--warn me?"
Cool, new follower
“Oh, hey Axel.” He stopped his strumming but made no other move towards the other. “What’s up?”
He waved at the musician. “Hey, Demyx. I just thought I’d stop by. How’s things?”
"Pretty good, man." The musician leaned back in his seat. "Still hanging out with the new guys?"
New followers
“Oh, hey there!” He said with a small wave before continuing the strumming of his instrument.
Roxas walked into the room following the sound of music he knew it could only be one person. He had been sent by Saix to deliver a message and following that sound could only lead to one person. “Hey Demyx. Saix was looking for you. Something about a mission.”
His smile turned into more of a grimace at the message. "Uh, I'm like, not here." A flash of an idea passed across his face. "Sick! Yeah, I'm sick." A terribly fake cough was given for emphasis.
Wonder is Misleading || the-wandering-sage
He moved his leg to rest the ankle against the opposite knee. “You hit them a couple times and they disappear. Easy.” He gave a reassuring smile.
“Friend, I don’t know much about this place, you seem much more comfortable here, if I go out there im sure I will die without guidance, help a guy out please?” he pleaded lightly, he didn’t want to clean this jokers messes up but he also didn’t just want to be left alone in the woods of this insane place, who knows what could be out here?
He looked at the man for a moment before giving an overly dramatic sigh and standing up from his seat. "Aw, man. Fine." A finger was waggled in front of the other's face. "But don't expect me to do all the work, y'know?"
The man straightened up and began walking to the hedge mazes of the world, keeping his gait and his entire general being laid-back.
New Dances to be Had|| New Followers
“Uh yeah.” He replied to the question. “How did you—?” A look of surprise came across his face as he noticed his own instrument in his hand. “Ah, okay. That would make sense.”
‘You carry that everywhere with you?’ Mikael asked, ‘It looks kinda heavy.’
He was distinctly reminded of Zero and the coffin upon thinking the situation through, and decided to try and not question it too much.
"Nah, not really." He said with a smile. "Well," The musician pursed his lips. "I can like, do this--" With those words he let his instrument almost dissipate from existence in a small flash of dark tendrils and--oddly, bubbles.
Sora lowered his voice as the music begun to end, the two ending on the same note. Once the two were done, the brunette grinned, shifting a bit at the sound of clapping coming from around them.
His head turned, blue eyes meeting those of the blonde beside him, his features unable to stop from grinning. It actually had been really fun! “I think they liked us!” He chimed happily, leaning his torso forward, arms going to rest in his lap.
"Yeah." He finally said, after the crowd had begun to disperse and begun packing Arpeggio back into the black case. With the last latch in place he look up at Sora, smile renewed. "We should do that again. You're pretty good." a laugh, "usually I don't get a crowd like that."
Cool, new follower
"Oh, hey Axel." He stopped his strumming but made no other move towards the other. "What's up?"
