I hope my bad humor isn't that bad. This is my first comedy story so be gentle please!
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'What idiots…' Zexion thought as Demyx and Axel sat on the floor in front of him with legs crossed, their elbows on their knees, their chin in their hands. Zexion was in the recliner in he library, his eyes peeked at the two over the top of his book. Their eyes were burning into each other, challenging one another.
Demyx scooted closer to Zexion just slightly. "Oh, hell no." Axel whispered, and grabbed him by the cloak, pulling him back to where he was. "I hate you…"
"I know."
"With a passion…" Demyx whispered. "I bet."
"You wish."
"Wanna try me?"
"I'll go for anything."
"Got what it takes?"
"…Anything."
"It's war!" Axel yelled. Demyx scrambled up off the floor, Axel following, and chased Demyx out the door.
"This is gonna be a long day…" Zexion said to himself, and with a sigh, began to read his book once more.
