"So what are you reading?" Demyx leaned forward to peer down at the superior member sitting cross-legged on the couch below him. Zexion laid down his book as slowly as possible and squinted his visible eye in order fully express his annoyance.
"The Fundamentals of Minding One's Business…"
"Huh. That's a dumb title."
Zexion released a drawn-out sigh, making a mental note to work on his use of sarcasm.
"Well, today I was doing some recon in Twilight Town, which I thought would be a cakewalk 'cuz I wouldn't have to do any fighting. And you know how I am with fighting, right Zex? Yeah, of course you know. You remember that story I told you about my first heart collecting mission, don't ya? Hmm, I guess you don't. Well, it was a hot day in Agrabah, but that's really not saying much. Wait…maybe it wasn't in Agrabah…but it was hot, I know that much. You know what I'd love? A world entirely underwater! You think one like that might actually exist?"
Zexion was now massaging his temples and trying his best to tune out Demyx's voice. The Nocturne's ramblings were anything but melodious. He could never understand why IX always got the delusional idea in his head that Zexion was the least bit enthusiastic about his less-than-exciting antics.
"So, anyway, I saw this in the marketplace and it made me think of you. I was saving up for some new strings for my sitar, but this was really cheap…so I figured, what the hell!"
Demyx grinned proudly, holding out a poorly wrapped present. The gift paper had said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" but it seemed that Demyx had done some editing by means of a Sharpie. It now read "HAPPY TUESDAY".
"I'd better get going, I have another mission today. But I lucked out- it's with Roxas. Newbie always takes care of all the Heartless for me, so I'm set! See ya, Zex."
Demyx bounded out of the library, leaving Zexion with a bemused look on his face and a strange present in his hands. It took a good few minutes to peel off the ridiculously excessive amount paper Demyx had taped to the box. Inside, to Zexion's immeasurable confusion (though he wasn't sure what exactly he'd been expecting), was a black T-shirt. It was just his size, too: extra small. "Leave me alone. I'm reading." was printed in small white letters across the top. A handmade card fell out of the shirt as Zexion examined it.
"Now I'll know not to bother you when you're wearing this :) -Your friend, Demyx"
What a stupid thing to do.
And to think, Demyx considered Zexion his friend?
What a stupid thing to think. What a sweet, stupid thing.
-End-