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 Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 10:26 pm
Where was his cake? Well the dog ate it of course, DUH!
"Think he'll leave us alone after we give this stuff to him?"
He could be hopeful, right? No harm in hoping against hope that Xemnas would leave them alone. He had a date with a certain comfy couch and a TV to get to!
"All ready when you are Xiggy!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 10:41 pm
"Then let's get the hell out of here."
On their way to the register (again), Xigbar picked up a pack of pencils. Hey, the last thing they needed was to get the superior a book of puzzles hoping to keep him occupied only to find that he had NO DAMNED PENCILS TO DO THE PUZZLES! And then they'd all be screwed.
"If we're lucky."
And if they weren't lucky? Well ********, he was ******** moving to Traverse Town.
There, card and bag paid for, they had everything they needed. Time to head back, sign the card, dump the gift, and get back to that big screen tv. On dark portal back to the castle.
Right, book, chocolate, and pencils in the bag. Card...heh, guess they should sign that. There, he signed his name and handed the card over to Demyx.
"Your turn."
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 9:57 am
Big screen TV here we come!
...Awh damnit they had more gift stuff to do before they could relax? ...Oh right, signing the card. Definitely a good idea.
"Fineeeeee."
He snagged the card and the pencil, scribbling at it furiously for a few minutes. Either it took him a -really long time- to spell his name or he was up to something...
"Here!"
And then Demyx handed back the card, complete with his signature and a little doodle of the Superior holding a giant heart.
"Are we done now? I wanna watch TV..."
Yep, right back to whining.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 10:08 am
His arms crossed, or at least as much as he could while holding that stupid bag, one boot tapping impatiently on the floor. God, what the hell was the kid doing, writing a novel? He had been about to open his mouth to tell Demyx to hurry the ******** up, but it was then that the card was handed back to him.
A brow raised, a doodle? Heh, whatever.
"Stop whining."
Hey, he wanted to get back to that tv too. It wasn't as if this was -his- idea. If he'd had his way, Xigbar would have gone with the box of s**t, or a free trip off the edge of a cliff. But noooo...hmph!
He stuffed the card in it's envelope, scribbled the name 'Xemnas' across the front then dropped it in the bag with everything else then dropped the bag on the table that Xemnas had very clearly marked as the birthday gift table. Or at least one would guess that much by the HUGE ******** BIRTHDAY SIGN OVER IT!
NOW it was time for tv. And the sniper was planting his rear end on the couch to watch whatever he wanted. THAT REMOTE WAS HIS!
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 10:18 am
Oh he had stopped whining. The moment Xigbar was distracted with dumping the bag on that horribly decorated table the sitarist had gone missing.
...Well not really, anyone would know where to find him. And that was on his a** on the couch with the remote in his paw. Your remote Xiggy? Better hurry up and get to the couch then! At least Demyx hadn't found the annoying cartoons yet, he was simply channel surfing (at a rather fast pace) to find SOMETHING to watch.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 10:27 am
What the--OH NO YOU DON'T!
Xigbar was after him in a flash. NO! We are not watching cartoons, fuzzball! So what does a sniper do when someone has gotten to the remote before him? Simple, he cheats (really, do you even need to ask?).
The sniper warped across the room, vanishing from the doorway to appear upside down directly above Demyx. YOINK! Reaching out, he swiped the remote, warping to his own couch a moment later.
Now what channel was that game on he had wanted to watch...click, click, click. Because they were most definitely NOT WATCHING CARTOONS! They were watching the hockey game damn it!
Ah-hah! There it was!
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 10:45 am
Hey wait, where had the remote gone?!?! DAMNIT XIGGY!
Folding his arms the sitarist HUFFED and glared as Xigbar cruised the channels. Ugh, what was he looking for---
Oh -hell- no.
Sports were okay, sometimes. Hocky was a horribly boring sport though! First of all it was -ice-. Ice. Demyx was not very fond of ICE. He preferred regular old water -thank you very much-.
Besides, ice tended to make him sick. Why would he want to -watch- it?
Grumping, Demyx moved from his couch to the sniper's and plopped down next to him.
"Hocky? REALLY Xiggy? Pick a better sport man..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 11:00 am
He'd have stuck his tongue out if he weren't already engrossed in the game. Hah, gravity powers b***h, take that. OOOH! Damn that was a hard hit! Hockey, such an awesome sport.
What the--Xigbar glared at Demyx from the corner of his good eye, the remote quickly moving to his far hand. Oh no, you're not getting this, GO SIT ON YOUR OWN COUCH!
"Yes hockey, if you don't like it, tough. I sat through your cartoons earlier, you can sit through a hockey game."
So there.
You think he -enjoyed- sitting there watching cartoons about kids and there stupid crime solving dogs? As if. He only watched it because Demyx had somehow managed to hide the remote from him. So he'd sat there trying to read a newspaper and growling at Demyx to turn the stupid volume down.
THEY WERE WATCHING HOCKEY DAMN IT!
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 11:23 am
Go sit on his own couch? No.
How about let's sit ON XIGBAR'S LAP and try to reach the remote. Besides, from here he could block most of the view of the television, hahahaha! Take THAT mister sniper!
"Hockey sucks man, watch a better sport! Sheesh. Besides, my cartoons are -so- much better than this."
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 11:32 am
"NO!"
Xigbar stretched his arm as far over his head as he could, trying to keep the remote out of Demyx's furry little paws. And when he got too close, Xigbar switched the remote to the other hand, reaching that arm as far as he could, all the while trying to move so he could see around him. ARGGG!! STOP THAT!
"Get off me!"
I can't see the tv through your spiky little head!
With his free hand, Xigbar gave a shove, hoping to push Demyx off him. Unfortunately in the process that remote might just have come into reach of a certain little sitarist.
"I'm trying to watch the game!"
Watch out kiddies, you're going to make someone very angry if you break that remote.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 11:50 am
"YES!"
He stretched as much as possible, trying to get his paws on that remote.
"And no! Not until you gimme the remote!"
Fff, move and let him continue watching the game in peace ? Fat chance! Maybe next he'd whip out his sitar and play the thing as loud as he possibly could . That'd be pretty funny.
At the shove, Demyx grabbed onto the offending paw with one paw of his own, and snatched at the remote with the other. Sorry Xiggy, he's still on your lap. Ha!
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 11:59 am
"Hey!"
Why you little--Xigbar growled as the remote left his paw, reaching in a vain attempt to snatch it back from Demyx.
"Give that back!"
Oh that's it, it's on now! On hand reached out to grab Demyx's wrist, he may have gotten a hold of the remote but Xigbar was sure as hell going to make it a fight to actually -use- it!
"I'm watching that!"
Oh great, it had degenerated into a wrestling match, children.
Xigbar was determined to get the remote back -and- get Demyx off his lap. This was proving rather difficult as to actually get the sitarist off his lap he'd have to let go of him, and if he let go he'd lose the remote. ARRGG!! WE ARE NOT WATCHING STUPID CARTOONS!
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 12:08 pm
"NO!"
Oh great, Sniper on his wrist! Well fine, you want to play that way huh Xigbar? Let's see how willing you were to fight when you were DRENCHED IN WATER.
Grinning innocently, the sitarist continued to wrestle for the remote. Never did he make any movement to hint at something more devious nor did he pay any attention to the growing water ball above Xigbar's head.
Until, of course, it dropped and completely drenched both of them.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 12:17 pm
Grrrr, he was going to get that remote back even if he had to pry it from--
ARRRRRGGGGG!!!
What the god damned ******** hell?! He was ******** DRENCHED, water pouring through his fur, his coat, DOWN HIS BACK! OMG THAT WAS COLD!
"What the hell did you do that for?!"
Zzzzt! What the--oh great, just great, the remote shorted out! He could have been sitting there watching an awesome hockey game, but nooo...Demyx had to go and DROP WATER ON HIM! HMPH! It wasn't as if he didn't sit through those stupid cartoons this morning!
"Great, you broke it, now neither of us gets to watch what we wanted."
The sniper growled, arms crossed as he leaned back against the couch. If he wasn't so busy sulking he might have noticed what channel the tv was stuck on, and then he would have been very very happy the sitarist was blocking his view. Oh dear god, DON'T LOOK AT THE TV!
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 12:46 pm
For a moment, Demyx was too busy gloating over the fact that he had WON. ...Yeah, the remote was broken, yeah they were both soaking wet.
But he had -won-.
HAHAHAHA. EAT THAT SNIPER!
Then, of course, his attention was drawn to the TV, and the sitarist fell rather silent. In fact, he was so silent it was almost scary. Just what the hell was on the TV that could make -Demyx- go completely silent...?
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