I just did this on a whim. Pure drabble randomness.
"What are you looking at?" Axel grumbles irritably.
Demyx shakes his head, shrugs his shoulders a little, but there was a terrible little grin on his face.
"Say it."
"Alright, alright… I think that you should be more careful when you bet on me 'n' Saïx's swim races. He'll never win."
"Shut up," Axel pouts, "And since you're so interested in my betting habits, why are you here?"
Demyx giggles this time, ruffles his already messy hair beyond any sort of recognition. He never really styles it at all when he's going to be putting on a swim cap, and so it hangs in its natural state, somewhat discolored by a patina of talcum from the swim cap.
"Well, Axel," he begins, "When Luxord told me you'd be scrubbing his floors in a sexy little French Maid outfit, I just couldn't resist!"
"You're cruel and unusual!" the redhead moans, leaning into the sudsy brush, cursing every inch of tile he hasn't scrubbed yet.
"Your skirt is riding pretty high, Axel-chan!" Demyx titters.
"Go to hell, Demyx."
"Hey, Axel… Turn around."
"What," he groans, turning to look over his shoulder.
The sound of a camera shutter greets him, as well as the blinding flash. By the time Axel has recovered, Demyx is long gone.
"Damn you Demyx!!!"