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[here is a Larxene, seated on the back of a sofa. In the air near this Larxene is a sitar that might look very very familiar to a certain Nobody, suspended in the middle of a crackling, hollow sphere of electricity.]

It might be in your best interests to come and get this soon, hm~?

(ooc; 'sup, bandwagoning. So, anyone out there have Larxene's knives to give back?)

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[tries hard]

La...larxene. Now give me the sitar.

[feels like he's some kind of dog wanting a treat.]

[smiles~]

No one's stopping you from getting it.

I don't want to be fried.

[is looking at the sitar, still not liking that crackling sound.]

Sometimes it hurts to get the things we want, hm~?

But I gave you the knives, you cruel woman.

So you did.

Why can't you be nice for a change?

Because it's...oh, boring.

What do you want me to do? [looks a little desperate, because that sitar is very much do want.]

[she's certainly taking her time thinking, isn't she.]

[he's totally her little bitch now and is just looking at her, waiting for an answer.]

(ooc: now some sleep, i value my grades.)

[oh is he. By that smirk, it seems like she knows it too.]

Beg for it on your knees.

(ooc; g'night~)

[he's glaring again. this one is probably just messing with him, why would she give the sitar anyway?.]

Now that's just plain mean. You're just messing with me.

[she probably would, if only to watch him struggle with it.]

And yet, I still have it~

Even if I did get on my knees and begged, you wouldn't give me it because you're a cruel woman.

[dramatically presses a hand over where her heart should be.]

Such assumptions, Demmy. I'm absolutely hurt.

[rolls his eyes.]

Yeah, sure.

Oh well~. I guess I'll have to leave this for its original owner to find.

[he was starting to think that this woman is soulless.]

...

...do I really have to get on my knees? It's stupid.

[that and incredibly, incredibly heartless.]

Too much of a price to pay?

[what would she be then, lacking both a soul and a heart? :|]

...

[takes a deep breath, then gets down on his knees.]

May I please have that sitar?

[idk, super Nobody? :|]

Aww, isn't that cute.

[a flick of her wrist, and the sitar is lowered to the floor, the lightning surrounding it obediently vanishing.]

Here you go, Demmy~

[he quickly gets back up on his feet, grabbing the sitar.]

Uh, thanks. I guess.

(ooc: why do i like their relationship. :|)

[smirks.]

Oh, you can thank me when the other Demyx comes looking for his sitar.

(ooc; ffff it's starting to grow on me too.)

Well, first come, first served. I say it's mine now since he lost it.

[he's trying to lift it, and it's heavy. weak Demyx is weak.]

(ooc: is that a good or a bad thing? :D)