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 Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 9:01 am
 A quiet morning on the beach, waves lapping at the sand, the call of a bird as it dove for a fish. Just a quiet ordinary day on the b--wait a minute, the BEACH?! WTF?!
The sniper was suddenly jarred to his senses, only to yelp in horror at the light piercing his eyes. OWW! WTF WAS THAT LIGHT?! AND WHY THE HELL DID HIS HEAD HURT SO MUCH!?
That Xigbar is the sun and you have a hangover because you got ******** s**t-FACED DRUNK LAST NIGHT! Dumbass.
Xigbar groaned, a hand laying over his eyes in a vain attempt to shield them from that burning bright light. Ugg...where the hell was he and what had happened, damn his body ached (that's the whole being THROWN THROUGH THE WINDOW there). Wait, wtf, there was something heavy on him, what was--ARRGG!!
"Get off me!"
He had barely opened his eyes to see what (ie WHO) was laying on him. Hastily he pushed the sitarist off him, scrambling in the sand to NOT be where he was just an instant ago.
Oh god, he felt like he was going to throw up. How much did he drink last night?!
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 9:45 am
 Demyx had been contently snoozing away, until WHATTHEHELLSUDDENSAND?! And oh god it was in his WINGS he could feel it sifting through the feathers and ew ew ew ew!
And then someone was making way too much noise and he as opening his eyes to see who when HOLYSHITWHATTHEHELL.
"Ow...ow ow owwwwwwww."
He whined, his own ears flattening back in horror at the god awful noise. What..what the hell was going on?
"What's going on...?"
His own stomach lurched, and Demyx let out one pitiful little whine before emptying whatever was left in his stomach on the sand below. That finished, he crawled a few feet away and flopped back to the sand.
Ow. Just......ow.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 9:59 am
Oh god his head was pounding, bright lights flashing in his eyes with each throb. Arrrrggg....make it stop! SHUP UP THAT INFERNAL WHINING!
Xigbar was on his hands and knees (well, elbows and knees), face buried in his hands, ears flat against his skull. Too bright, too loud, oh god. He was REALLY wishing his head would just fall off right about now, as it was he felt like it was going to explode!
"Shut up!"
What was worse though, the hangover, or the fact he could not remember ANYTHING of what happened last night. They had gone out drinking right, to some bright and noisy world, but after that he had NO idea.
How the hell had they ended up here? And what the ******** had they done?! Oh dear god, what HAD they done? DID HE EVEN WANT TO KNOW?!
The sniper chanced to open his eyes (hah, never before had he been so grateful to have only one to be BLINDED BY THE ******** SUNLIGHT!), first looking to Demyx and then to the bottles strew about the beach. <********, was that an empty bottle of tequila? Oh god, no wonder his head hurt so much. He didn't suppose there was any coffee or water around either (damn he was thirsty), no, no of course there wasn't.
"Where are we?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 10:15 am
"Stop YELLING at me!"
Not that yelling back was any better. Oh GOD his head was hurting. If this was what happened when partying with Xigbar then...god he didn't want to party anymore.
At least not for a while.
"We're on a beach...DUH."
Not that he remembered it or anything, but common sense told him that the sand grating against every part of exposed fur and feathers and the sound of waves nearby meant they were on a beach. Really, Xigbar couldn't figure that out on his own?
"Why....are we here, is a better question..."
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 10:30 am
"Then stop ******** WHINING!!"
Because there's nothing quiet like a little HIGH-PITCHED whining when you're ******** hung-over, AMIRITE!!
"I KNOW we're on a beach, numnuts!"
God, any idiot knew they were on a damned beach! THANK YOU CAPTAIN OBVIOUS! He meant more specifically, like -what- beach, or I dunno, what WORLD ever. How the hell had they gotten from SPARKLENIGHTSOUTHBEAcH! to...here. This place was NOTHING like the world he remembered going to last ******** if I know."
Pfft, if he didn't how where, how the hell would he know why? WTF?! DUH DEMYX!
Oh god all this yelling was making his head hurt. Wait a minute, was that blood on his arm? HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN?!
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 10:38 am
Just to spite him, Demyx gave one particularly loud whine.
"STOP. SCREAMING. THEN! and hey -you asked-, so don't get mad at me because YOU ASKED where WE WERE."
Ow...ow ow ow ******** OW.
Miserable as hell the sitarist curled up in a little ball on the sand. Stop ******** screaming! The noise just needed to stop and he could go back to sleep and forget whatever the hell was going on. Yes!
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 10:54 am
OWW!!
Xigbar's ears flattened, growling as he flung a hand full of sand at Demyx. Arrggg! Oh the GLARE he shot at Demyx for making that infernal sound. Shut the ******** up!
Curling up in a ball in a dark hole to die was sounding like a VERY nice idea right about now. Oh god he felt like s**t. Every breath brought stars to his eyes and yet another wave of nausea. This was worse than any hangover he had ever had. His whole BODY ached, what the hell man, you'd think he'd been in some kind of FIGHT last night (OR GONE THROUGH A WINDOW!).
s**t, they couldn't lay here all day, nice as the idea may have seemed. That sun was only going to get brighter and surely they were PEOPLE on this world. The last thing he wanted was to be poked at, or listen to other people whining, or ANSWER A LOT OF STUPID QUESTIONS!
Uggg...
Deep breath, Xigbar pushed himself off the sand, onto his knees, and finally (after a few failed attempts) managed to stand to his feet. The few steps toward Demyx, he leaned down to tug at the sitarist's collar.
"Get up."
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 11:10 am
UGH. More sand! Sand that...thankfully just hit him in the back but ewwwww more of it was in his wings and just...argh they were a pain in the -a**- sometimes man.
He was starting to contemplate summoning over some water to get all the infernal sand out of his wings when the sudden TUG to his collar came.
"ACK, what the--?!"
He opened his eyes again, though quickly shut them out of protest. No...no no no he wasn't getting up. Just no.
"No way man....I feel like hell, I'm not getting up."
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 11:29 am
"I don't care what you feel like, get the ******** up or I'll drop you in a ******** black hole!"
Xigbar tugged HARD, as if he intended to drag Demyx to his feet whether he liked it or not.
"Come ON!"
YANK!! Get your a** up you little fuzzball! Oh how easy it would have been to just LEAVE him there. Fine, lay there like an idiot, lay there and get poked at as you drown in the rising tied, or get THROW IN JAIL AND END UP SHARING A CELL WITH SOME BIG HAIRY MAN WHO WANTS TO MAKE YOU HIS LITTLE b***h!
It if had anyone but Demyx, the sniper would have left him there (if it had been Xemnas hell YES he would have left him). But it was Demyx, and Xigbar couldn't leave him.
His mouth opened, he was about to yell at Demyx to get his a** in gear, but he was silence before the first sound could escape. Ears flattened, sirens, OH s**t!
"GET UP!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 11:41 am
"STOPYELLINGATME"
Snarling, Demyx was up on his (rather shaky) paws and glaring at the other with all his...EVIL MIGHT. YES.
"This..this is YOUR FAULT why do you keep YELLING AT ME I didn't DO ANYTHING. SO STOP IT JUST STOP OKAY?!"
Uhhh better watch out there Xigbar. Angering the -water elemental- while on the beach was probably a very...very bad idea. s**t, were the waves suddenly licking at their feet?...
Demyx was shaking, partially from anger, partially from OWPAIN god it was so BRIGHT and he hurt and he was about 5 seconds from puking in the sand again.
And then there were sirens, and the water quickly receded back to where it had originally been as the sitarist stared at the sniper in horror.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 11:54 am
"Then get UP!"
God, FINALLY Demyx was on his feet. Damn he was heavy, and damn Xigbar just wanted to fall over right back into the sand again.
"My fault? How the hell is it MY fault?! YOU were the one who suggested we go DRINKING!"
OH SNAP! THERE WAS GOING TO BE A BATTLE OF THE NOBODIES RIGHT THERE! Sunday sunday sunday! WATER VERSUS GRAVITY! Get your tickets now while they last! We'll give you the whole seat but you'll only need THE EDGE!
Sirens!
Oh s**t they were getting closer! Oh s**t, he did NOT want to spend the night in jail! He did NOT want to try to explain what they were doing here, why they were here, or that he was NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES A *****! RUN!"
Wait a minute, what the hell was he doing?! Dark portal, THEN run!
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 12:01 pm
"You're the responsible adult here! YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID NO! Not...not...NOT SHOVE MORE AT ME!"
Demyx snarled, snatching up the cookies. God damnit if they were leaving -those were coming with them-. ARGH.
And then the sirens made their presence known once more and Demyx was opening his own portal to scramble through. s**t s**t s**t why did he ever let anyone talk him into leaving the castle?! He should just..stay there! ARGH!
Ah...back in the nice...calm...Grey Area.
...With the ********>
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 12:11 pm
Xigbar was already half way through his portal when he paused, peeked back out, scooped up what remaining booze he could quickly (like hell he was leaving it all there, he'd paid good money for it!) then disappeared closing the portal behind him.
Sigh, they were safe, no sirens, no cops, just nice quiet dark castle. Ah, nice soft couches, he could totally flop on one of those and take a nap for the day...or the week. Nice soft comfy c--what the ******** ******** was a good thing he had managed to bring back that bottle of vodka!
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 12:18 pm
As Xigbar reentered the World That Never Was, he was treated to a scene of the sitarist on his knees, sobbing uncontrollably by the couch with the headphones on it.
Was he happy to be home?
Well yes, but not happy enough to sob.
Was he just so overjoyed at seeing the headphones?
Definitely not
Okay....was he UPSET at seeing the headphones?
Getting waaaarmer...
No, dear readers, Demyx was sobbing uncontrollably because the horrible little headphones were occupying -his- couch. The one his a** was so firmly planted on all the time, with the nice nearby table for a drink and whatever snack he felt like dragging into the Grey Area. This was -his couch-. He spent more time on it than he did in his own room.
And now there were THINGS on it, and all he wanted to do was curl up on it and sleep life away.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 12:34 pm
Xigbar was standing, leaning his full weight against the back of a couch. <******** ******** ******** ******** ********! Now he remembered WHY he had gotten drunk last night. The sight of those damned headphones, the thought of who was responsible for them, it made him want to get drunk all over again. But of course, that meant the hanger would never end. ********, he just couldn't win for losing.
He turned, allowing his body to fall to the floor with a quiet thud. Sitting on the floor, knees drawn to his chest, Xigbar buried his head in his ******** my life.
"What's your problem?"
His voice was gruff, but at least he wasn't yelling, what was the point?
Such a shame they weren't alone in this nice big castle, oh no, definitely not alone. >3
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