Authors Note: We were listening to Flight of the Concords, someone made a connection between David Bowie and Demyx, and then this happened. YAY.
Disclaimer: Luxord and Demyx don't interact at all in canon. I'm just making this up.
Luxord was not often assigned missions with Demyx. Actually, Luxord didn't think he had ever been assigned a mission with Demyx. In fact, he had noticed that Demyx did not get many missions at all, and the few he did were usually reconnaissance missions on small, backwater worlds with low Heartless levels.
Luxord was beginning to see why.
Demyx checked his watch. "Forty three minutes," he said, grinning, "I think that's a new record."
Luxord raised an eyebrow. "This happens often?"
"Well, no," Demyx admitted, "it's not usually a catapult. Cannons are much more common."
"But you still get flung off of worlds a lot."
"Yep." Demyx folded his arms behind his head, the movement causing him to start rotating backward.
After a few moments of silence, Luxord asked, "… What are you doing?"
"Relaxing," responded Demyx, "you can't set up a portal out here, and even if you did you would have a hard time getting into it. I already sent a message to Saix, so he should come get us in about an hour."
"An hour," Luxord repeated flatly, hoping that his teammate was joking.
"He doesn't like me very much. Don't know how he feels about you though, so maybe he'll come sooner."
Luxord thought about pointing out how unlikely that was, since Saix was incapable of feeling anything about anyone, but was instead prompted to ask, "What are you doing?" He had a feeling it would not be the last time he did.
Demyx was taking his shirt off. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"It looks like you're going to propose that we have sex while we wait," said Luxord, though he cringed at the thought.
"Wha- No!" Demyx recoiled as best as he could while in zero gravity. "I was going to take over all the radios in Disney Town."
A lot of questions fought to be first out of Luxord's mouth, but the one that eventually won was the ever popular "How?"
"My nipples can broadcast radio waves."
Luxord thought asking for a more detailed explanation, but Demyx had completely removed his shirt and had taken his sitar out of wherever it is that he keeps it when it's not in use. Which is hardly ever, but no one's counting. He started to play, his gaze becoming distant. He was now in what the other members of the Organization called his "Music Zone", and nothing short of his sitar catching on fire would get him out of it. Axel had tried that once, and spent the next week complaining about wet underwear.
Luxord sighed. He couldn't even play Solitaire out here, since the cards would just float away. There was nothing to do but wait.
Forty five minutes later, Saix found them like that.