talk is cheap.

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

[perched on a bar stool at the family bar, dressed in suit and tie. with a cigarette in hand, he absently took a drag before picking up his gin martini. he closed his eyes as he drank deeply, polishing it off. he goes to set the empty glass on the bar... and jumps as he hears it shatter on the floor instead]

Shit! Marly, I'm sorry--

[opens his eyes, expecting to see a very pissed off bartender. instead he saw a kitchen, not the bar... tugging at the neck of his tie, he slid the cigarette back between his lips, talking around it like a pro. his other hand slipped off his glasses with a soft sigh]

The boss is going to be pissed if I miss that meeting.

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[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[don't mind the naga going to get juice from the fridge, humming quietly~.]

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

[don't mind the staring~ definitely never seen one of you before]

...

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[sets down the pitcher of lemonade he acquired before rising up to get a glass from the cabinet, pausing when he spots Axel.]

Oh, hello!

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

[oh god, it talks! O_O]

Um, hi...

[still very confused. since when did Demyx turn into a snake?\

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[smiles before pouring himself some lemonade.]

Are you new?

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

[takes his cigarette from between his lips, tapping the ash off]

I suppose so.

[amaranteleven.livejournal.com]

...

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

Oh. What'ss your name?

[sips his lemonade, letting out a quiet, pleased hiss.]

[emberprincess.livejournal.com]

(...well. your obviously not her dad)

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

[he's looking around, taking another drag before snuffing out the cigarette on the chair beneath him. he flicks the butt into a nearby trash can, eyes widening in surprise as he spots the pink-haired man]

Marluxia...?

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

[no, no he's not~ unless your dad is part of the mafia~]

Lost, little one?

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

Axel. And you are... Demyx?

[looks like a Demyx, minus the half-snake body. sounds like one too. bet he tastes like one. we're going with a Demyx]

[emberprincess.livejournal.com]

(yeah, he's not)

Kinda. I'm trying to find out if my daddy's here.

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[nods.]

I'm guessssing you know one in your world?

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

And your daddy is...?

[amaranteleven.livejournal.com]

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

Kinda hard not to know him, he's one of my co-workers. Guess we're friends.

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

[ouch. :| makes a face, not liking to be ignored. he follows over to the fridge, tapping the other on the shoulder]

Mar-lux-ia~

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

Well it'ss nice to meet you!

[drains his glass, pouring another one before glancing back at Axel.]

Do you want sssome?

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

[half snake or not, this Demyx reminded him a lot of his friend. and it makes him smile]

Since I've had my gin martini for the day, sure.

[emberprincess.livejournal.com]

He's you, 'cept he doesn't smoke.

(...yes, that makes sense. she's sort of figured that everyone knows where they are)

[amaranteleven.livejournal.com]

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

[aww, the little one is so cute]

I'm sure you'll find him. Is your mom around?

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[stretches up and grabs another glass for Axel, pouring lemonade into it, then slithering over and holding it out for him.]

Here you go.

[procorkpopper.livejournal.com]

[hasn't realized this isn't his Marluxia yet~]

Aw come on, I didn't mean to break that glass.