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The Roof, Late Saturday Night

It was cloudy, and it was cold, but Demyx was in a good mood. He let his sitar vanish into nothing, and ran-skipped over to the edge of the roof instead. "Man, this place is seriously the best," he said to nobody, looking down over the railing at the school grounds.

At this moment, he didn't know how anything could be better than it was. He wasn't even thinking about Fandom wacky.

(for a couple someones in particular, but the roof is open, as it is a rooooooof~)

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"Because you're DEAD, Axel!" That would be Demyx flailing harder.

.....

"No?"

He was going to him himself a quick pat-down, just to be sure, here.

Yeah. No. not dead.

"But...you're..." Demyx sputtered, then it dawned. "Oh. You're from a different world. That explains it." The blond Nobody threw his arms around Axel and squeezed. "But you're here! I don't care where you came from!"

Axel was being hugged. Axel. Was being hugged. The corner of Axel's mouth might have twitched a little.

"Yo. I'm here. And you're clinging to me." Twitch. Twitch. "Dare I ask why?"

Axel had personal space issues to deal with. Larxene having her hands all over his face was bad enough.

...

He was being hugged.

Demyx clung for a few more seconds, then jumped back before he could be subjected to Axel's wrath. "It's just...I haven't seen you in a really long time. Sorry. But, Sora, and the Keyblade, and the Superior wanted me to go take him on but I think he just wanted me out of the way, because he knew there was no way I could win, and..." Demyx paused to breathe. "Well, I lost. And then I ended up here."

Axel's wrath was a terrifying sort of wrath that involved being simultaneously char-broiled and whomped on by a pair of humongous shuriken. Demyx was wise to retreat from the wrath. Very wise indeed.

"Okay." Axel didn't look entirely convinced, really. If Demyx had lost to Sora, he was pretty sure he'd have heard about it at some point. And that Demyx wouldn't be standing here having this... fuzzy, heartfelt conversation.

Axel was ever the skeptic. So sue him?

"And here is...?"

"Fandom High? I'm not sure how I ended up here, either. I was dead. And then I was here. It's crazy, even for some of the stuff we've gone through." Demyx rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yes, the boy who insisted I was his drunken roomie said the name of this place, too." He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly, not entirely certain here if he was the one losing his mind at this point, or if everyone else here was clearly nuts.

Everyone else. Definitely.

"I'm not going to go to classes, you know."

No. Way.

"That's fine. I'll take notes." Never mind that they'd be on music paper and have nothing to do with the lesson. "You can stay in my room and avoid that crazy guy?" Never mind that Demyx was equally crazy, if not more so.

Axel rolled his eyes, his lips pulling into a bit of a smirk.

"Notes. That'll be a huge help, I'm sure." Just what he needed? Notes? "I think I'll take my chances with the crazy guy who thinks I'm some kid named Reno. There's some interesting stuff in 'Reno's nightstand."

After all, he'd only run out of tequila.

"Okay." Demyx stood still for a minute.

...Another minute...

It wasn't long before he couldn't stand it anymore, and was poking Axel in a 'zomg you're real' sort of manner.

Everyone here seemed to have this thing for touching him.

Axel shifted his weight away from the prodding hand. Then, as an afterthought, prodded Demyx right back.

What. The. Heck.

That...actually made him somewhat giddy. Demyx caught Axel's hand and gripped it tightly. "I know you think I'm crazy. Maybe I am. But I'm really glad to see you, anyway."

Axel was giving Demyx his best 'I will beat you' look as he reclaimed his hand. He was fairly certain that Demyx was used to this look by now. He gave it often enough to people who insisted on touching him.

"I don't think you're crazy," he said, raising an eyebrow. "I know."

Demyx sighed. "Yeah. Maybe. But I'm not as bad as some people that I will not name-- Larxene, Vexen, Saix, Xemnas, Marluxia..." Demyx was counting them off on his fingers.

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