"You're scary when you're mad, Zex."
Zexion snorted. "Ha! I don't get 'mad'."
"You do too. You're mad right now. I can smell it."
"You can smell?"
"Come on, don't be so mean. I'm only trying to cheer you up. Or calm you down. Whichever one you need. Which d'you want?" he gave the other Nobody an ingratiating grin, which Zexion ignored.
"Go away, Demyx."
"Surely you don't want to sit here in the dark and brood," said Demyx, leaning his elbows on the table across from Zexion.
"I want," said Zexion coldly, "To be left alone."
"Why?"
"Because I find your presence distracting and annoying."
"That's not nice."
"I'm not nice, Demyx. I am a Nobody, and I have no heart, and so it is natural for me not to be 'nice'. You are also a Nobody. You do not have a heart either. So I don't know why you're trying to hard to be friendly and sympathetic."
"I dunno," said Demyx, "Are you sure we don't have feelings?"
Zexion gave him a disgusted look and didn't answer.
"Cause sometimes I think I do."
"I didn't come here to hear about your feelings!" Zexion snapped, "Go away! You don't have feelings anyway."
"If you don't have a heart, you shouldn't be getting annoyed," Demyx pointed out, "You shouldn't care about anything at all."
"Go away."
"No."
Zexion glared at Demyx. Demyx stared unblinkingly back. They stayed that way for a long, tense moment and then Zexion said,
"Why are you so determined to talk to me?"
Demyx shrugged. "Because."
"Because what?"
"Just because. I feel like talking to you right now. So I'm talking to you. I do what I want."
"Regardless of my wishes?"
"Of course! Anyway," he grinned again, "You don't have wishes, do you? Cause you're heartless."
There was a short, frustrated silence while Zexion tried to counter that. Demyx sat down on the edge of the table, a triumphant smile on his face.
"See, Zex? I win. Either you have feelings, and your feelings tell you to yell at me, or you don't, and I can stay here. Come on, choose! Choose!"
Zexion shot him a nasty look and turned away. He obviously realised he'd lost the argument, but didn't want to admit it. See? Demyx thought, that's feelings again. Or something that feels like feelings.
"You know why I like talking to you?" he said after a moment. Zexion didn't reply. Demyx went on regardless. "It's because you don't like losing, but you always lose against me. You're fun to play with."
"That's interesting," said Zexion. He didn't sound like he meant it, really. "So you do have manipulative tendencies."
"Noo," said Demyx slowly, "I'm not trying to manipulate you. I'm just like seeing what happens."
Zexion looked up at him, a slightly puzzled look on his face. "I don't understand."
"That's because you're the Cloaked Schemer," said Demyx, "And I am the Melodious Nocturne. We operate on different levels. Our minds were built differently. Like I'm enthusiastic and you're just annoyed."
"Hmm."
"Don't look at me like that," Demyx protested, "It feels weird. I'm not a mystery, okay? You're the mystery! So don't look at me like I'm a puzzle."
"But you are a puzzle."
"'M not."
"I don't see why, even after all I've said, you would still want to talk to me. I don't see why you claim to enjoy it. I can't see how your mind is working."
"Maybe it isn't," said Demyx cheerily. "Or maybe yours isn't."
"Don't be stupid."
"The only reason I worry you," said Demyx, "Is that I'm so totally different from you, that you can't understand me. And it's funny to watch you try and understand something you don't."
"Why is it funny?" Zexion looked annoyed again.
"Cause it's so rare."
