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You know, when normal people fall out of bed they usually land somewhere in the relative vicinity of it. Only you wind up several hallways away, Dem.

[Kneeling down to observe the other.]

[Lifting his head up slightly, he gave the other a goofy smile-seeing the blur of red in front of him. Give him a minute while he rubs his eyes.]

I needed to get something...Then it and I was all, but I didn't.

[Did that make sense? Hopefully it did, jumbled words always seemed perfect in your head before you say it.]

...Hi Ax.

[Finally able to focus on the other's face.]

Uh.....huh.

[Have a hand on your forehead, feeling around for a temperature.]

And what were you trying to get?

[Have a burning sensation run up your hand plus Demyx pressing harder to get that cool feeling on him from those fingertips.]

Hmmm....You're cool.

[Leans forward a bit more, his eyebrows knitting together.]

Some food.

..Well fuck me, Dem.
You're burning up.

[Axel resists the rise of panic that tickles against some dark corner of his mind, reminding himself that many times in the past his organization had to deal with a great variety of illnesses. However, the man does his best to forget that those in the group whom couldn't mend themselves while still carying their weight, were executed and had all evidence of their body's existance destroyed- in order to neither slow down or give away their positon.
This meant that there wasn't exactly a vast sharing of knowledge amongst the men when it came to physical ailments, only what he'd been taught in his brutual hands-on 'training'; which had been more of a form of torture than anything else. Still, he had his own experience and however scant..it should be enough to go off of.]

Do you feel nauseous... or it more like your head and chest are dry or congested?

[Common things such as colds and flus were the first ailments he needed to distinguish between....especially if he was going to risk feeding the other. If any other irregular signs appeared, then Axel could fear worse things.]

[Two hands curled around that arm pulling the cool hand to his head again, mumbling.]

It's just really hot...and my stomach hurts.

[He couldn't really distinguish how he was feeling, it was just hot and he was hungry. Light green eyes were half-lidded staring up at the other confused.]

[Keeps one hand there, trying to pacify the other's sweltering fever, while the other moves him up onto feet that are coaxed to slowly amble on.]

How about we move you back to the sofa and I'll make you something bland, in the event that you've got the flu. Something simple like crackers and broth should be good to start out with.

[By the time he's finished trying to convince Demyx, the pair are already there. It's hard to refuse now.]

But....

[Those hands were gripping the other's shirt in a sorry attempt at clinging. What if Ax got attacked while he was getting him food? That kitchen was a hell hole! Plus, he didn't want that cool temperature to leave his side. But he knew he should actually be obedient and gave a short nod, prying his fingers from the other's shirt, sinking down in to the couch.]

Thanks Ax...

[There's little in the way of goodbye as said redhead disappears back the way he came. It takes a decent handful of minutes to conjure up the items and microwave some broth, but as soon as he's got the necessities Axel resumes his self-appointed position as 'nurse-maid' as well as a stance at Demyx's proverbial bed-side.]

I made sure the soup isn't too hot....and there are plenty of crackers and cough-drops as well.

[It's awkward enough trying to fit the role for this one, let alone announce everything he's done out in the open. Even still, the aura of calm is there as said contents wind up on the coffee-table directly beside his 'patient.]

And look what else.

[There's a cold-compress straight from the freezer, towel-wrapped and ready to go, on your forehead.]

[Demyx was curled up on the couch, a wide smile on his face as soon as the compress was on him. Oh God, it was like heaven on Earth for him. Eyeing the soup, he looked back to Axel's face. Demyx, a picky eater? Course not. But he didn't like the fact it wasn't chocolate ice cream or cookie dough, now that would be the perfect entree to eat when you're sick.]

You'd make a good house wife.

[He teased, trying to smile instead of groan, he didn't like being a bother-he always felt bad for taking up someone else's time.]

[....FFff. W-wife? One of Axel's eyebrows twitched in time with an edge of his mouth. That smile there is certainly of the 'I'm laughing on the outside and plotting your doom in the meantime.']

Careful.
You shouldn't say stuff like that to a guy that has the opportunity to smother you in your sleep each night~.

[Not that he would but-]

And I am so not feeding you after that, Dem.

[Oops...Didn't know Axel would take the bait. Laughing a little, trying not to let his mind spin. Arching one of his own eyebrows.]

Wait...You were going to feed me before?

[That was knew, he thought he'd just have to gobble it down on his own. But service? That was amazing.]

Yeah. Going to.
Shame that the key word there is in the -past tense-.~

[Grinning like no tomorrow.]

Now you've gotta fend for yourself, Sweetheart.

[Purses his lips, glaring at the crackers and broth. Like hell he was eating non sugary foods. Cookie dough was calling him, but he couldn't exactly get up thanks to his body's protest.]

I'm not hungry Ax.

[He grumbled, chewing on his lower lip. Praying that his stomach wouldn't growl in the next five minutes, it could slowly eat itself than eat healthy food.]

You're a -horrible- liar, Dem.

[There's a spoon in your face now. This kind of thing is becoming a habit for them, isn't it? He needed to stop literally spoon-feeding the other before he became dependant on it.]

Try to get a -little- of this down.
If it doesn't kill you..you can choose the next course.

[To the thought of choosing the next thing that went down his throat drove the mullet head to quickly drink the broth quickly. He was getting closer to that sugary goodness! Plus, the broth didn't kill him-it just tasted funny. Swallowing the substance, he looked up at the redhead until his stomach churned erupting with a loud growl that made Demyx flush, sit up, and wrap his hands around it a little too quickly watching the room spin.]

Hey. Careful there, Dem.

[Axel's free-hand is quickly there, bracing the other from swaying any further.]

....Is that making things worse, or are you just- starving?

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Anything in particular you want?
I know you're not exactly fond of the kitchen, so I wouldn't mind snatching something from there and bringing it back.

[Errantly readjusts the cloth-swathed item against Demyx's head.]

[Grins.]

Cookie dough and triple fudge chocolate ice cream.

[But to the thought of Ax going in to the kitchen by himself Demyx grabbed on to the redhead's sleeve.]

But what if something's in there.

.....Heh.

[Exhales, slumping a foot or so. Should have -known-. Well, that is until he's grabbed at.]

Dem, I'm a Big Boy....

[Leans in to emphasis the follow words.]

And very much a man who has experience in killing for a living.
The vampire Roxas you're afraid of does not scare me in the slightest.

[He ponders that for a moment before looking up, nodding his head to that letting go.]

Alright, just be careful.

[Small smile, messing with the compress on his head.]

Careful's my middle name~.

[Lies. Worse than Dem.]

One diabetic attack with a side of a sugar rush coming right up.
Stay there and behave yourself till I get back.

[There's a quick ruffle of Demyx's hair before Axel gets up and sets off towards the kitchen.]

[Blows the strands that fell in his face, watching the redhead leave. Munching on the harmless saltine cracker in the meantime. Staring off at the far wall before laying back down on the couch shutting his eyes for a bit to just...think.]

I bet the fridge is some demon that'll try to eat him....He better be alright in there.

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[Catching sight of the black blob he stared from those two yellow eyes to the cookie.]

For me?

[He took the cookie, grateful for anything to silence his stomach; light green eyes glimmered with pure joy taking a bite.]

Thanks little buddy!

[Breaking off a piece to give to the shadow petting it's head. The thing was pretty cute, wouldn't mind having it for a pet instead of a goldfish.]

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[O-Oh God, it's so cute. Smiles, scratching behind it's ear-er...Antenna.]

Well, you probably can't understand me but...Do you have a name?

[Tilts head.]

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Clipssse.

Clipse?
That's a cool na-

[....Wait. Blinking twice, he stared down with curious eyes at the shadow. Continuing to scratch behind it's head.]
You can talk?

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[Let him explain this very slowly.]

Alright. Yoooou.

[Points to the now known, 'Clipse'.]

Can 'talk'.

[He made a gesture by speaking a simple sentence, 'I feed my goldfish.']

Talk, speaking, words.

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Clipssse, talk, ssspeaking, wordsss!

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[Eyebrow arch.]

Hopefully your getting this.

[Or else this little guy was just repeating him.]

Well I'm Demyx.
D-E-M-Y-X.

[He smiled, pointing to himself.]

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Clipssse.

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Demyxxx.

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Clipsse talk?

[A big grin was his approval, nodding his head.]

That's right, that's right!

Aww good job little buddy!

[Laughs, picking up the small black blob.]

You're talking, you little genius.

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Geniusss talk!

That's right~

[Smiles, it was too cute for it's own good that was for sure. Putting it back down after a few minutes of playing airplane with the shadow.]

Hmm...You're definitely not a dog.

[Ponders, tweaking those two antennas.]

What are you?

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Sssshadow Heartlesss.

[Arches an eyebrow.]

A heartless?

Guess you're from some weird dimension.

[Duh Demyx, he's..or She's, not sure on the gender much, not exactly a dog or your regular animal you see in New York. Or anywhere else in the world for that matter.

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[His tongue clicked attempting to copy the creature's sound before sticking his tongue out.]

Well thanks for the cookie Clipse, I'll bring you one back later.

[Grins, patting the heartless on the head. He'd probably see the little guy around, now he was definitely heading for the library to find out what a 'heartless' actually was.]

[ ooc: xD Haha, niiiiice dude. Yeah, but DemDem here doesn't know that~. He's looks like a manly heartless anyway.]

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A goofy grin was on his face when he left, looking behind once to give a peace sign to his little friend before venturing down the hall again.]

[ooc: Aww thanks x3, but I think the heartless if adorable. If he didn't have a name Dem would've named him Chester and kept him as a pet >:3 plus feed him peanut butter.]