#watersdance

[multitudinus-a-blog]

seeing @watersdance on my dash and remembering my own demyx is a pure dissociative state when trying to imagine the two of them sharing the same space

[slowbladed]

"if i run & leap at marly he will most certainly catch me in his arms." & so the mad lad does, he's making a run for it, he's jumping, the only question is will he be caught?

   “DON’T, I’M HOLDING potted flowers!” Its practically instinctual at this point. He drops what he’s holding. Letting Demyx fall into his arms perfectly (and rather snug as well). And as the other is looking at Marluxia rather happy and smug, there is a deep resentment growing in Marluxia’s chest. 

      But the frown turns upside down, and a horrifying smile crosses his face. “Well, since I don’t have to chase you for ruining my plants that I took so long to pot. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind doing some work for me. Hmm~?” 

[drwhirlwind]

perhaps he's got a hyperactive curiosity or perhaps he just has no sense of personal space or boundaries whatsoever but upon looking upon the smaller man for the first time demyx is instantly fascinated with his glasses. he's never really seen anyone wear them before & he's ever so curious so of course he just has to yoink them off the other & try them on for himself. so he does. he flinches as his vision is instantly marred by the spectacles & exclaims "wow, man your eyesight sucks!"

     WHAT  THE  –?!   just as sho had prepared himself to pose for who he assumes to be a fan seeking the autograph of japan’s number thirteen hero, he gets robbed of his sight !   the initial shock, at first, only brings him to an almost comical halt, lips parted in surprise and eyes wide.

      it’s true.  his eyesight is terrible  –  rumor has it,  he’s never been seen without them,  and he even sleeps in them!  the rumors are true, also.  but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have honor to defend, here … !!!

     “  oi !  hey !  you suck!  i’m just kidding.  but, really!  gimmeee! ”  in an ironic twist, the knowledge that he can easily float up to take them off, and instead finds himself jumping and grabbing at the stranger’s face;  but without clear vision, this winds up being more of just grabby hands clawing and patting vigorously at his cheeks.   “  — i can’t see a thing !  you’re just picking on me, because you’re big ! and a punk ! a big PUNK !  GIMMEEE !!!   ” 

[cardioclast]

@watersdance

perhaps hiding underneath the counter of the local coffee shop is not the most dignified or mature thing to do, but it’s not like ienzo has many options. or, more like he’s got several options, but this happens to be the one that affords him the slimmest possible chance of interacting with the newest arrival.

that is, provided, he hadn’t been spotted already. in which case not only would his gambit not pay off, it would be embarrassing.

he hadn’t always been the kindest to his peers, especially not those who could not have kept up with him academically, and as such, well, he’d been particularly short with a certain demyx. the same demyx who he hadn’t seen in years, and who had just walked through the door.