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 Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 8:55 pm
Oh the glare he shot at the one who had -dared- to speak to him in that tone. Only Xemnas had ever dared to speak to him as such, the only one who could ever get away with it. But his expression softened (he supposed he did always have a soft spot for the little sitarist). No will or strength to fight, the sniper allowed himself to be led to the couch.
(Oh, but make no mistake, his boots -would- be connecting with Demyx's a**)
A grateful sigh, Xigbar nearly collapsed onto the couch, damn he felt weak, so very tired. He dared not lean back, wary of sending any hints of that infernal pain through his new wings.
Instead he flopped over on his side. His eyes were heavy, so tired, maybe he'd just curl up here and sleep, that sounded like a good idea. Later he'd most certainly give Demyx that swift kick in the a**, later...yeah, later he liked that idea.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 9:07 pm
Demyx waited, making sure that Xigbar was not only settled on the couch, but -out cold- before bothering to do anything. He didn't need a punch to the face right as he was trying to clean off the blood, mmkay.
Once the other had gone off to nitey nite land, the sitarist moved in. He was sure to stay -gentle-, because he personally knew how much the wounds had to hurt. But, when he had changed, someone had cleaned his wounds...he couldn't just let Xigbar's continue to bleed.
Even if the other had been acting like a huge -jerk-. Ugh.
So Demyx did his water summoning thing and cleaned off the wounds as quickly and gently as he could. It was only after the other wounds were cleaned and even -bandaged- a bit that the sitarist resumed his former position of plopping his a** onto a couch and catching some Zzzzs.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 9:40 pm
Out cold, dead to the world, yep.
It was a long hard sleep, how long he had no idea. A low grunt, the sniper stirred, one yellow eye opening to search the room. What the hell had happened? Why was he--oh...right. A paw to his head, damn he'd had hangovers that weren't this bad. How long had he been out?
Groggily he sat up. Heh, couldn't have been out too long, Demyx was still there sleeping on the couch. (not that that was saying much, Xigbar could have been asleep for a -week- and in that time Demyx would still have his a** planted on the couch.
Speaking of which...
Pushing off with his hands, Xigbar stood to his feet. A moments pause, assuring himself of his balance before taking a step.
A few short steps and he was at Demyx's side, oh look how cute he was just laying there asleep, totally oblivious...until Xigbar KICKED HIM! Hello a**, MEET BOOT!
Swift Kick IN THE a** delivered, Xigbar said nothing, did not wait for a response. He only walked away in silence, slinking off toward his room and his own bed...and his pillow
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 5:36 am
One day, Demyx might learn that sleeping on his side was a bad idea. It presented quite the nice opportunity for a swift kick to the a**.
And so, after said kick was delivered, the boy woke up flailing and yiping. It was a moment later with a THUD that flailing sitarist met cold hard floor. His loud protests fell on deaf ears as Xigbar calmly slinked away.
Damnit. He was -SO- going to get Xigbar back for that.
...Later.
.......Come to think of it -leaving- might be a good idea. If Xigbar was heading for his room and a nice pillow he was in for a surprise. Demxy had hidden them all earlier as a joke....now he questioned why the hell he though that ever would have been funny.
s**t.
Hopping to his feet, the sitarist quickly opened a portal and walked through it. YES. Let's go hide on another world! He'd be safe there.
For now.
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