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"Hey," Demyx looked over to him, "Zex, what do you want?"
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phasedschemer started following didtheyeverpicktherightguy
"Hey," Demyx looked over to him, "Zex, what do you want?"
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☄: Weather Headcanon
Rainy: Roxas has a neutral reaction to the rain, not really enjoying it but not hating it either and will walk out into it as if nothing was wrong.
Snowing: Roxas loves the snow, every since he was young, believing that it was raining down these flakes just for him and his birthday. That though had long passed, but his love for snow remained,
Warm: Warmth is fine for the blonde, but only enough for him not to have to wear a coat or jacket. Once it becomes too hot for a simple t-shirt, the blonde refuses to move from his house or do anything that would requite him leaving his air conditioned living quarters.
Stormy: Roxas loves when it storms, the sound of thunder and flash of lighting working as a sort of lullaby to the blonde. He finds it soothing, enjoying laying on his bed and just listening to what would be going on in the outside.
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"Zexion." Vexen smiled, waving him over, "Something you need?"
Boredom is a dangerous thing
It wasn’t very often that Demyx got out of his room. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. His room was usually just the most convenient place for him to jam out without disturbing anyone. Yet even that wasn’t always a 100% guarantee. Today though, Demyx’s muse was failing him. He’d spent all afternoon plucking at the sitar strings, waiting for inspiration to swoop in and smack a one hit single into him. Sadly, no such epiphany made itself apparent.
So he was doing the next best thing to kill time. After checking to make sure the coast was clear, the number nine snuck into one of the lower labs Vexen was always frequenting. The place looked like a few paint jobs away from every mad scientist film he’d ever seen. Cabinets filled with a bunch of glassware, tables lined with configurations of glass and metal, containers filled with several different colors of liquid.
“Alright, where to get started first,” he mused, glancing around the lab. He figured the card cataloguing was as good a place to start as any. “That guy thinks he’s so smart,” he mumbled, pulling one of the drawers about and began shuffling the cards around. “Let’s see how he likes it when he can’t find anything.”
The last time Demyx had a run in with Vexen, the academic had labeled him as a floundering imbecile. Was the water user sore about it? Maaaaaaybe a little….
outofcares: I did it, I finally reached my 100th follower! //wiggles happily
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