Rationalize
"C'mon, Axel, let's be rationable about this! It was just a bag of"— "WHOOSH" a chakram flew past Demyx, missing his face by a quarter of an inch, his eyes growing wide in fear. He then decided to go with plan b: RUN LIKE HELL!
Axel chased Demyx through the halls of the castle, infuriated with him for eating the last bag of Flamin Hot Cheetos. The irony of it all was ridiculous. Demyx'd tried to apologize, but Axel wouldn't hear it. Demyx had pulled the last straw for Axel and he wasn't going to stop until Demyx was lying in his death bed, charred. The funny thing is, Demyx could've controlled water if he'd wanted to, but he was too scared the hell out of Axel to think straight.
Demyx flew down a flight of stairs with his arms flailing in the air, screaming, Axel dead on his tail. Zexion, on his way to the library, heard the commotion and stopped as he walked by the stairs, Demyx flying past him like his ass was on bloody fire. (Or was about to be.) Zexion frowned when he realized Axel was picking on Demyx again, but his lips quickly turned up into a mischievous smirk as he stepped aside and extended his foot out in front of the bottom step. Axel, of course, tripped right over it and fell flat on his face-and at quiet a speed too. Zexion's face distorted and he began heartily, almost sadistically laughing out loud out Axel. Axel just glared at Zexion with daggers in his eyes as he lie flat on the floor, throwing Demyx a hate filled glare as well when he noticed his head poking around the corner and staring at Axel, eyes filling with amusement at the site he beheld. Demyx couldn't help but bust up laughing as well, walking over to Zexion and exclaiming "That was great!" and slapping him a high five.
"Shut up, Demyx." Axel bit, his pride hurt.