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You wanna get out alive? Then Baby.... Run. For. Your. Life.

[Talk about tigers pacing their cages. The way this one had circled the dressing room, stealthily of course, suggested he had more than a little restlessness boiling up and raging within. The place was spacious, yes. But that did not at all mean that he was sufficiently entertained.

At this point he just might consider babysitting....

Or if Roxas doesn't need putting in time-out or locked in a room to drown out his angsting, he'd look over the actual munchkins. Maybe do a little crayon work, finger painting, 11th century history.

You know, simple stuff.

Someone stop him before he starts pestering the girls again. They really don't like it.]

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You know, pacing doesn't help at all.
Trust me, it just drives you crazy.

[Cue a Demyx entering in licking one sea salt ice cream bar while one still wrapped was help in his other hand. He'd been watching curiously from afar but he didn't want the redhead to go crazy in this place. No one does.]

Judging from your hair, I'd guess that you'd be the expert on 'Crazy'.

[The assassin tosses a look of half-hearted curiosity over his shoulder amidst some cat-like stretch of arms above head.]

Anyway, you have it wrong. I'm hardly losing my mind.
Just wouldn't mind some En-ter-tain-ment.

[ And sadly, people don't seem to enjoy a rousing fight unless they're worked up about some personal matter; so he was out of his typical fun. This is what happens when you put a natural born hunter within a cage and deny him the ability to function as per the norm.]

[Jaw drops, ouch. That was a little harsh. His eyes narrowed biting down on the ice cream bar before throwing the other at Axel's head. Least my hair doesn't look like a bird's butt is on fire...]

Here, let that entertain you.

[Plucks said item from the air quicker than Demyx likely could observe. In no time at all it's dangling from his mouth and he looks a bit less antsy.]

So ~sweet~ of you.

[Emphasizes the word by halving said bar in two with his incisors, staring pointedly at the other while quite the display of chewing. Intimidation? I have no idea what you're talking about.]

[Show off much? He was practically chewing on this stick, he'd never been so-so irritated before by the redhead. Maybe it's because the one he knew at home never picked on him.]

Mhmm.

[Mumbles staring in disbelief to what happened to the offered treat. His own ice cream practically falling out of his mouth, quickly biting down on it again to stay focused on the little charade. Intimidated? No, of course not.]

You know, you shouldn't play with your food.

[Quirks an eyebrow.]

I play with everything.

Until it bores me.

[Finished with his 'meal' Axel plucks said stick up, balances the sliver of wood effortlessly betwix fingers- and promptly fires it across the room. The projectile squarely thuds against Demyx's chest.]

....or breaks.

[The red-head has situated himself to straddle a nearby chair, still working out the mechanics of his new 'Alpha male' game. It was only a matter of time before the conversation ended, but he was contented to string the other along with this ruse until then.]

[Gulps, biting down on his lower lip drawing blood from piercing the skin holding back his retorts. Rubbing the spot the seemingly harmless stick had collided with his chest so quickly. His fingers already balling in to fists at his sides.]

Alright listen up, Ass!

[Stomping forward, he'd probably only be able to shout for a limited amount of time before he quickly regrets it. But the guy had a one track mind sometimes-and at the moment, he was just mad. Slapping his own stick on top of Axel's head.]

What the hell is your problem?
Ever hear of common courtesy?

Nope.
You'll have to introduce me to them sometime.

[Please do rise to the occasion. It's keeping him all together very amused, occupied and able to meet his daily quota for 'Drama Caused by Axel'.

And that measely little article upon his head, it's been discarded with a precise flick of fingers in the midst of your rant.

Whiiiich, is what he's currently mulling about. You see, you will regret it. Give him a moment to decide the how, when and where.]

And I have a lot of problems.
I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

[If he'd meant this in a sexual manner, what so ever, then it doesn't show by the way he carelessly gives Demyx's chest a nonchalant shove- that is strong enough to force the other back a good step or two.]

Of course I will.

[Mumbles, feeling as if he was a pot of boiling water about to overflow. He'd never really gotten this irritated before, it was weird how the other could get such a reaction out of him like this.]

By the way you're acting I bet you have endless problems~

[His eyebrows knit together smacking the hand away before he went back a few steps.]

I don't have any problems!

[He barked back. Oh, he just found a spot.]

Uh-huh.

Sell it to someone who believes it, Dew-Drop.
Ev-er-y-body has problems.

[Gestulates with his index finger, spinning it 'round in a circle to indicate each and every little 'soul' present in this predicament, and then some.]

Some of us just happen to -enjoy- them.

[Taken aback by the comment he tried to shake it off by focusing on the other topic, he quirked an eyebrow in question.]

What do you mean, how can people enjoy their twisted problems?

Example A:

I very much enjoy watching you squirm.

[Folds arms over the chair's back while tipping it forward.]

Is that ample enough evidence for you Squirt, or do I need to get out the slide-show and graphs?

[He rubbed his arm to keep himself for getting nervous.]

No need-and I'm not 'Squirt', it's Demyx.

[Shaking his head, he ruffled his hair. Habit he had to calm himself down.]

That's a weird reason, is the same for lashing out with rude remarks?
To make someone angry and just find amusement in seeing them frustrated?

You catch on fast, 'Myx.

[Entirely going to ignore your attempts to force a correct name into his mouth. It just isn't going to happen.]

And P.S...
All of this chit-chat is a cumulative process.

So when I said I played with everything, that ought to have clued you into the madness behind my methods.

[No, he's not got the saying wrong. It just goes...backwards for him.]

It's Demyx.
[He corrected, even if it was a futile effort.]

Suuuure, then why do I not believe you?

[Leans back against the wall crossing his arms holding a curious expression, or just a smartass look.]

Duh-mix. Gotcha.
So does that make you like a grab-bag for nonsense and low-brow hilarity or does your name have nothing to do with that shining IQ of yours?

[Can best your greatest 'smartass' efforts, and raise you a few 'asshole' impressions to boot. Yes this is a contest. You got your buzzer?]

Oh, don't think I'm all that bad?
Are you going to show me the error of my ways, convince me I have I heart of gold and then save my soul, Sweetheart?

[Sighs. Okay scratch the name thing, the guy will never say it right. His patience was running thin, it had never been tested.]

You are just itching for a fight, aren't you?

[Ignoring the name comment, he chewed on his lower lip. Tasting the cut he made earlier, recoiling from the metallic taste.]

Honestly? No, I don't think you're all that bad.
Just think you pick fights too much and have a little attitude problem. But it's not like you kill people or anything.

[Shrugs his shoulders, relaxing slightly.]

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