''Xiggy? Why do you always bind your hair together?'' The freeshooter glance up from Babes&Guns. He shrugged, said: ''Because.'' and focused on the: 'What kind of gun suits you?' personality check.
Demyx used to say random things when he was bored. Things, he'd forget a minute later, ranting on about water, food or last time; bunnyies called Harry. If he'd spend the time training instead of talking, Lexaeus would have to fear him. ''It's a pity, 'cause you've nice hair. So shiny and silky.'' he chuckled. ''I bet it's soft.'' a frown spread on Xigbar's face. Why was the blond idiot worshiping his hair? He resited the urge to take a look if he was right. Not that mullet-boy was that much of a hair-expert.
Smiling curiously, Demyx asked: ''Can I touch it?'' he tried hard to look cute, but it was just frightening how he overdid it.
Dangerously slowly, the freeshooter put his magazine down. Nobody touched the ponytail. Never. End of the story. His voice was sounding cold, as he replied: ''What am I? A bloody cat?'' case closed. Xigbar thought. But Demyx did not give up that easily; ''Ough. Does that mean yes or no?'' ''What d'you think?'' there goes the chance to find the ideal gun.
The blond tapped his forehead. ''You used a swearword and answered my question with another question... perhaps yes?'' He cocked his head to one side and smiled.
A smirk crept on Xigbar's face. ''As if. Keep trying kid.''
The smile did not stay unnoticed for long. The nocturne was pleased with himself and asked: ''And what if I'm a really sneaky ninja and steal your hairband when you're not paying attention?'' ''Then I shoot ya, take it back and laugh at your dead body.''
Demyx seemed unsure wether he should laugh or not, but settled on giggling playfully and leaving the room rather fast, just in case it was the wrong reaction. A second later he was out of sight. The freeshooter sighed, but he felt unable to go on with the quiz. He tugged at his hair and twisted it between his fingers.
When Xaldin passed his way some time later, he coughed. The lancer came to a halt and watched his superior mildly suprised. ''Do you have a problem?'' Xigbar coughed again, searching for words. ''Yeah. As your superior, I want you to answer me a question: Does my hair look nice?''
After a moment of silence, III noticed that his face was frozen. He took a quick look at the other dark haired male and frowned. ''Yes?.. What kind of question is that?''
''Ohm.. nothing. Just kidding. I'll... go now. See ya old bugger.'' the lancer shot him a questioning glare but nodded. ''If you say so.''
Xigbar vanished around a corner and carefully undid his hairknot. A wave of dark hair framed his vision, but he had to admit he liked it. It did feel soft.
The lancer shrugged and said to himself: ''It does look nice. He could have asked earlier.''
Happy Xigdem-day!