Axel glared at the blonde Brit across the table. The Brit in question, Luxord, shuffled his playing cards and grinned in response. "I win, chaps. Would you like to play again?"
Demyx, a lanky teen with a spiky mullet, groaned from beside Axel. "I'm out."
Axel ran his fingers through his thick flaming red hair and sighed. "Fuck this. I give up."
Luxord flashed his teeth at him. "There's a love!"
Axel jolted up from his seat, seething. "You goddamn limey, I'm not your b—"
"HELLOS!" A loud, energetic greeting interrupted Axel's insult and echoed thr ough out the lounge. Marluxia, a tall effeminate man with layered pink hair, bounded across the room and embraced Axel from behind.
"GERROF YOU FRUITCAKE!" growled Axel into Marluxia's arms. Marluxia pulled back and poked out his bottom lip in an epic pouting maneuver. "Parteh pooper!" he huffed. He proceeded to hug Luxord and Demyx individually before shouting: "I's in yer lobbeh, flowerin's yer air!"
Demyx raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Huh?"
"I can has cheezberger?" Marluxia squealed with sky blue puppy dog eyes.
Luxord stared at him for a few moments, dumbfounded, and after blinking furiously, spat, "What the bloody hell did you just say!"
"I r hungreh! You no3s has cheezberger?"
The trio stared at Marluxia for several minutes before Demyx sighed, "Well, Marly's finally lost it."
"Loosed teh whats?"
"Marluxia, that's really annoying," growled Axel. "We can't understand a word you're saying!"
"Wai? You no speak teh kitteh?"
Demyx nodded solemnly. "Yep, yep. He's definitely lost it."
Axel sighed and slumped in his chair. "Someone call Xemnas."
Marluxia stomped his foot and scowled with frustration. "No3s! I's not teh crazeh! D:"
The door to the lobby slammed open making everyone in the room jump. It was Saix, the Superior's wolf-like right-hand man. "What the hell is all this racket?"
"Marluxia's been cultivating wacky backy in his garden." Luxord pointed an accusatory finger at him.