Rawr [Private;Demyx]

[Larxene]

Sadistic poetry wasn’t all what it as cracked up to be. She had a reputation to keep and that was all that was motivating her to keep reading this crack shit she insisted on plucking from the shelves each and every time. Her fingers, ungloved and exposing her bare skin, flicked and turned each page—perusing with great sloth with her eyes half-lidded and a sigh exerting as she skimmed. Boring as this was, the girl was too stubborn to allow anybody to waltz in and catch her reading something other than this crack shit—this crack shit was what she read.

Hmph.

For the second time that day, Larxene flung the book outward toward the center of the room—her eyes burning with contempt. Perputally PMS’d, the girl arose from her couch, wiping the fibers from her coat before trotting over to the bookshelf to browse for something of better interest—ah, an encyclopedia.

Should be interesting…

[Demyx]

Ladidee, ladidaa...

It hadn't been too long since he'd visited this place, and he still definitely remembered the whiteness of everything around him. And where the Library was. In fact... it was the only thing that he knew the location of. So, naturally, he headed to that book-filled room, hoping that either Axel or Marly was there: prank-partner and prank-victim, respectively, since he'd had quite some fun last time.

Quite unfortunately for him, however... it was none other than Larxene.

Although she was lower in rank than him, she had a rather frightening disposition, and he hadn't really had to deal with her that much: that was Axel's job, and his job alone. That pyro's duties didn't fall upon anyone else. Unfortunately again, he'd already shown himself in the frame of the doorway, and Larxene had most obviously seen him, though she had seemed preoccupied at the shelves. The poor boy didn't know whether to run away or stay where he was: either way, he'd probably get mauled by those kunai of hers, which always managed to stay hidden. (He'd supposed that if Lexaeus could keep that tomahawk hidden somewhere or other, Larxene could hide her vicious little daggers.) If he stayed, however, he wouldn't seem like such a coward... no doubt that sadist girl would pick on him for it later, anyway.

So Demyx attempted what would be normally seen as a casual saunter into the room, threw an awkward smile at the Nymph and played a short, trilled tune on his sitar as greeting...

And then promptly froze, because she was holding an encyclopaedia.

That couldn't be good...

[Larxene]

Her nose wrinkled at the coffee-stained pages, the flower petals, the overused bookmarks and grotesque, decaying matter that found way to the edges of it’s molding paper. Some Encyclopedia this was… Not even two minutes with it in her hand and she’d lost complete interest merely because of it’s disgusting appearance—just comes to show ya… don’t judge a book by it’s shiny new cover.

Shoving it back onto the shelves made the little nympho a tad happier about her environment. Ignoring the annoying musician, she skipped her way over to the couch with none but a mystery novel in her right hand. To be quite frank, it was pink, and the cover lacked a title and words. Not even the binding held language—all was blank. Surely this little trinket could drive Demyx into a yodeling frenzy… although…

”Axel’s not in here ya’ little faggot.”

It’d be much more fun to make him crazy on her own.

”Or at least not anymore—gift-wrapped him up for Marluxia. Should be quite a party after about.. oh say… 5:30?”

She winked, a hand gesturing as if she’d held a beverage in her hand. “Happy hour” was alluded from this, and though she wrung every drop of the moment she still kind of wanted to punch the kid in the face.

”No, really. I hate Axel “Plzgetinmybed” Fucktard.” she drawled. ”Now what do you want?”

[Demyx]

He stood, dawdling, trying to figure out what to do. He was now in the room, but what now? The Nocturne began humming in an attempt to calm himself, because that girl right in front of him wasn't looking in the best mood.

She never was.

Demyx observed as she violently pushed the thick book back onto the shelves, then came back with another, smaller book. And it was pink. Enough to make him squirm: he'd never, ever understand the female species, whether they had hearts or not.

”Axel’s not in here ya’ little faggot.”

Demyx's gaze had wandered from her, and it quickly snapped back before narrowing ever-so-slightly. What was she trying to put on over him? Hmm. Never mind. "Don't worry, Larxy, I knew he wasn't. Unless he's under that couch of yours?" His innocent tone and disarming smile would be sufficient material to make the Nymph puke, but hey, life is life! "Oh!! A party, you say? I'll definitely be there! D'ya know where it is?" He seriously did not get it. "Oh, oh! I'll play some music! Y'know, mood-setting?" Throwing a wink her way, he moved further into the room and idly passed his gaze over the shelves, still playing absent tunes with one finger upon his sitar, until a question, or rather... demand, was made.

”Now what do you want?”

Ignoring the raucous rough language before said question cum demand, he shook his head without turning it to look at her. "Ah, nothing. Just came to visit, y'know, see some old faces? So... how've you been, Larxy-Larx?"

Hey, if Axel wasn't here, at least he could try to irritate her by himself. Extra target practice.

[Mr. GamePlay]

xD I should post here...

[Larxene]

Okay, so she pitied him a little bit. Not so much as to divert her attention away from a novel, but just enough to force a bit of a sigh from her lungs. She knew he was a lost cause, anyhow... Practically dumbed by his unawareness of the world around him and lack of ability to comprehend things others would probably catch in a mere second. The boy, in short, was just... dumb. Pathetically, flatout, downright dumb.

"Hopeless little imp." she remarked, turning a page to reveal the secrets of the story on excerpt two. "Y'know... sex would've made this book a lot more interesting."

Her morals weren't quite right. In fact, she couldn't recall the last time she actually read something even moderately seducing. The Castle's pet thing would always ruin her right smack dab in the middle of a good story... one usually ending on page 67. She sighed at the thought of merely thinking about that pain in the ass... what was wrong with her today?

"Demyx, honestly, I wish you'd just cut that hair of yours... the 80's are over, hun."

[Demyx]

It was something of an achievement to get a reaction of out the girl. Always so high-up and self-superior, Demyx grinned as he realised what he'd done.

However, that grin was soon wiped away and replaced by confusion as Larxene seemed to talk to herself. No, not at her first comment... but.. her second? Well, whatever she was talking about, he was sure it would add plenty of interest to the book. "Thanks, Larxy. I hope your little book will prove to have... ahh... 'sex' in it somewhere. Say, if it's such an interesting thing, why isn't it in every book?" Raising a quizzical brow at her as he finally turned, Demyx strode forward, the sitar banging against his knees as he held it before him.

Before he had even reached the center of the room, however, more words came.

"Demyx, honestly, I wish you'd just cut that hair of yours... the 80's are over, hun."

"Excuse me?" His own voice had an edge of tenseness as he suddenly stopped, his back to her. No one, that was... NO one could ever insult his hair. "Excuse me?" The boy swung around, an intense, hurt frown on his face, unheeding of whatever tone she used to honey up her voice and his knuckles slowly turning white as he tightened the grip on his instrument.

Although he wasn't one for violence, and he knew that he'd lose quite easily to any fight against that girl, he wasn't about to let anyone get away with insulting his beautiful, perfect mullethawk that easily. Never, ever!

And he wasn't about to cry, either. Honestly.