Lexi's daily activity tend to change due to the circumstances of the Organisation members. Today was no different. Lexi would wake up, got ready and opened the door of her room to explore the castle only to find oddities in rooms and of members. There are also lessons she learned from other members-though she sometimes hadn't a clue what they were useful for.
On the way to the dining room she learned her first lesson: never bump into a drunk Axel. Hitting hard against the red-head's chest, Lexi was practically sexually assaulted by the pyromaniac. This ended up with Axel on the floor with a broken nose and an extra reason to blame his headache on.
The second lesson was learned during breakfast: never let Xigbar near the kitchen. The eye-patched man assumed that there were rats everywhere and turned the cooking place to a shoot out. The damage was done and all the other members were left wondering on what to eat.
Lesson three: Luxord will win every card game so long as it involves betting especially clothes. Lexi saw Demyx running by her with his underwear followed by a happy Luxord with clothes slung over his shoulder. Inquiring an explanation from Luxord was easy and Lexi vowed never to play strip poker with him.
After her encounter with Demyx, Lexi went off to a random direction. Her discovery, nicely put, not wonderful. She found Vexen with shifty eyes and learned that nothing good ever comes out that. She was chased around the castle by Vexen with a maniac laughter. That was lesson four.
Her fifth lesson was to never listen to Lexeaus sing...anything. In fact never let Lexeaus sing. She was curious; and apparently, curiousity made her ears bleed.
Lesson six: Saïx is never to be teased, especially little witty jokes about him being a 'lapdog' to the Superior. Saïx ended going into berserk mode. The Western wing needs to be fixed.
Never ever snuff out Zexion's little poem books, even if your gloomy day becomes cheerful, you might never reach sundown. Lexi left the cellar of his room with a small scar on her cheek and a few bruises. Lesson seven was painful.
Lexi never realised it, but Xaldin has the strangest sideburns. She learned that it was because of his love for symmetries, as seen in his dangling collection of symmetrical origami. Lesson eight learned.
Lesson nine was-no matter what week of the month you're in-Larxene is always PMS-ing. It is nothing strange if Marluxia comes out of her room all bloodied up or if one of the member walked around with charred hair. The crazy woman is sensitive to anything and everything.
Her tenth lesson was the best of the day. Save the best for last. Lexi walked out into the rainy courtyard with a small smirk. "Roxie, what stupidity are you conjuring now?"
Roxas turned and glared at her. "Shut it."
"Or else?"
"Or else..." he stooped down and her lips was left centimetres away from his. His hot breath teased her, "this..."
Roxas closed the gap between himself and Lexi.
Yes, lesson ten is the best. The pinkette and the blonde left the courtyard drenched, but with warm tingles all over them.