hush hush

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

[apologies to all those who frequent the dressingroom's grandiose library. the expected peace of the place is being disrupted by quiet snoring and the occasional sleepy mumble. demyx here is just curled up in an armchair, The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe open on his lap and a pair of reading glasses slipping down his nose. he's obviously out cold, but feel free to interrupt his nap]

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[xivofxiii.livejournal.com]

[ has discovered the library and wanted a little peace from all the chaos, but look what she gets instead ]

Hmph.

[ throws a book at him ]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

What the hell?

[xivofxiii.livejournal.com]

[ catches ]

A library is supposed to be quiet.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Well sor-ry. S'not like I was doing that on purpose.

[xivofxiii.livejournal.com]

So don't sleep in the library.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Right. I'll just make a note of that. "Don't sleep in the library unless you feel like being assaulted."

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[... pft. almost laughs, but goes over, pulling the book away and starting to draw on with a nice ink pen.]

lmao

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

...what do you think you're doing?

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[hisses slightly at the sudden snap before looking down an him innocently.]

... I don't think I'm doing anything.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Oh come on!

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[falls on his ass, but snickers behind a hand.]

I think it makes you look becoming.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Facial hair is Luxord's thing.

And if that was permanent ink I swear I will gut you.

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[smiiirk. if he had a cat tail, it'd be wiggling with mischief. it's not permanent, but still a bitch to get off.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[Sora's been staring at the haphazardly sleeping Demyx before finally making a decision. he gently picks up the book and sets it on a nearby end table, still open to the same page Demyx was at. next he removes his glasses and carefully folds them on the book.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[for a feared enemy, Demyx sure looked harmless.]

Geez...

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head, figuring Demyx is going to be sore if he sleeps in that position.]

Dem.

[pinches his nose.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

What? What! I'm up!