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beside the main campfire, late saturday evening

It's late Saturday evening, and Roxas is kind of sitting there reading a book in the dim fading light.

Or, it looks like he's reading a book anyway. The book's open a little less than halfway, and his eyes are on the page.

But they're not really moving. He almost looks like he's asleep with his eyes open, except that he occasionally blinks.

Someone's distracted.

[OOC: Open to anyone! Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?]

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Roxas, contrary to physical appearances, is not having a heart attack.

He does glare at Demyx a little, though.

"Jeez, warn a guy, would you?" he says, thinking his heart's about to burst out of his chest.

He pauses for a second.

"It's not bad."

"What is there to warn about?" Demyx asked curiously. "And how is that interesting? It's just a book. Books are boring unless they're about sex. Is it kama sutra?"

There is a little more undignified choking.

"Is it what? NO!"

He's torn between dying and laughing, and the laughing wins out.

"It's not about sex!"

"No? Aww..." Demyx snapped his fingers. "Damn. It's boring, then! How can you read it??"

"I go from word to word, and they make up sentences," he says with a smirk. "It's about pirates."

"Pirates??" Demyx blinked. "OH! Like that one movie about the pirates that have a lot of sex and then have to run from cg skeletons?"

"..."

He's trying hard not to blink.

"No. There's no sex. Just pirates."

Although sometimes Roxas wishes there was sex. Just not with the pirates. Because he's fairly sure they haven't washed in about forever.

"Oh. Damn." Demyx snapped his fingers. "That'd make it a lot more interesting! Don't you agree?" It was rather obvious that peronal space wasn't something he was familiar with, considering he practically had his chin on Roxas' shoulder.

Roxas doesn't particularly mind people invading his personal space. He just sort of freezes up a little when they get that close.

He clears his throat.

"Yeah, I suppose. Only, there aren't any girl pirates."

"....So? Better than way. You don't know Larxene." Demyx shuddered. "She'd turn you off of girls for the rest of your life."

He raises his eyebrows.

"Does she go here?"

He'll ignore the rest for the minute. One thing at a time.

"No, thank all the gods. If she was, I'd be out of here before you could blink! And I think Naminé would die of fright; not that I'd blame her a bit!" Demyx liked to talk. Was it obvious?

Not obvious at all. Nope.

"Namine seemed very quiet. I've only talked to her once, though. She thought I was... well, Roxas. Same as you."

He puts the book down, reaching to rub his arms. Even although he's sitting close to the fire, it's a little chilly.

"We both know a Roxas...who's you, but not you at the same time. This place is crazy like that." He put his arms around Roxas, hugging him. "Cold? I'm not Axel, but I'm sorta warm. Right?"

He clams up for a second, and then just leans back against Demyx. He wasn't familiar, but there was something there besides spending an evening talking to him.

"You're kinda warm, yeah," he admits with a small smile. He closes his eyes for a minute, taking one deep breath after another. "...Who's Axel?"

Demyx snuggled against him, thinking for a minute before answering. "Axel's Number Eight. He's a fire-type, so he's really warm...and really 'hot-headed', you know? But he's also really sweet, or can be when he's not being all...well, Axel." Demyx grinned. "Hard to explain a person, you know?"

"I've never tried," he admits, and watches the fire. "He sounds... hot."

And then there's a moment of silence and some frantic mental flailing, and he adds, "And not in the way you're thinking. I mean, fire and hot-headed and. Heat-wise."

Demyx laughed. It felt good to laugh. "He is hot. In both ways! And he's really good in bed. I mean..." Demyx blushed, hiding his face against Roxas' shoulder. "...Well, he is!"

Roxas blushes too, looking away from the fire to the book in his hand and nudges Demyx's head with his own.

"You and he were..."

He swallows hard, a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he bites his lip.

"He's your boyfriend?" he asks, looking around at Demyx.

"Sortof," Demyx said, trying to think of the exact way to explain it. "There was someone else he liked better than me, but we were still really close. We all three were really close."

"Oh, right."

He sighs a little.

"D'you miss him? Or is he here, too?"

"He's not here. I miss him a lot, but I've kinda had to learn to be without him. It's hard, but the people here are great, too." Demyx kissed Roxas' neck. "And it's really good to see you, even if you aren't the you I know. You still look the same, and sound the same, and sortof act the same..."

Despite the heat of the fire, Roxas' skin is covered in goosebumps, and he swallows hard.

He licks his lips, looking at Demyx.

"W-what was that for?" he asks, his breath a little faster, and (embarassingly) he can sort of feel himself reacting to the kiss. He doesn't move, doesn't try to pull away.

It was kind of nice.

"Force of habit," Demyx murmured, completely unrepentant. As long as he wsan't being yelled at or slapped, right? "I can leave you alone, if you want me to. I just like being near you, that's all."

He shakes his head, laying his head on Demyx's shoulder, taking comfort in him.

"Don't go. It's okay. Just..."

He clears his throat. if Demyx reads into Roxas' reaction and what he didn't say, it'll pretty much translate to, 'blushing virgin.'

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