2) Humour

"Zeeeexxxyyyyyy-"

"Nine, will you please, please cease drawling out embarrassing nicknames like a sorry excuse of a kitten mewling for food?"

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhy?"

" Move me not."

"... Huh?"

Zexion sighed and explained wearily, "Do not push me."

"... You need to lighten up, Zexy."

"You need to find yourself a hobby other than tormenting your Superiors, Nine. And for the last time: enough with the ridiculous nicknames!"

"....... You know what I think?"

"Oh do tell. Astound me with your infinite wisdom, oh master of the mind and the matters therein."

"I think... you need a hug."

The colour practically sucked itself out of Zexion's face as he dropped his precious Lexicon and – rather like a cat that had just had a bucket of water thrown over it whilst napping – shot up from his lounging position and bolted to the other side of the couch, eyes huge, his senses on edge, his fingertips digging into the fabric as Demyx grinned cheekily opposite, positioned in a cat-like way himself: waiting to pounce, grinning manically.

"Absolutely not!" Zexion gulped, moving swiftly to keep the sofa between them whilst Demyx chortled and tried catching him until they were simply running laps about the piece of furniture.

"Awww, c'mon Zexy! You'll feel better afterwards! Promise!"

"NO!" Zexion had scooped up his book again and aimed a hefty swing in the Nocturne's direction to swat the pesky thing away. Demyx persisted though and tried to grab him over the couch, almost tumbling over it when he missed the Schemer. The fumble was enough to let Zexion rush out the room through a portal and hide away in the lair he called his bedroom. There'd be no chance of hugging him now: Zexion's room was a death-trap due to his slight paranoia and ability to make a harmless dresser look like a hell-hound. And Demyx had had his fair share of hell-hounds in this Organization.

Speaking of hell hounds...

"Hi Saix!"

"Greetings. Did you want something, or were you just slacking off as usual, Nine?"

"... Do you need a hug too, Saix?"

The claymore was out in seconds. "If you so much as twitch in my general direction whilst that question is still fresh upon your lips, I shall castrate you."

"... A simple no would've done," the discouraged youth sighed hopelessly.

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Dear Diary,

Oh, how sweet the blossom blooms! How succulent the scent of paradise passes by my senses! My friend: in this cluttered and ugly garden of weeds, a rose has lifted her glorious crown and smiled down upon me... oh, so fair. So beautiful. Like all roses, she is covered in thorns, but still she blooms and thrives. Her name is Larxene, and I cannot fully describe how gloriously the sensation of her presence swells my soul! If only I could get a little closer and be able to view her without the thorns, then I might truly know what it is about her that ravishes me so-

Xigbar couldn't keep reading, he was laughing too hard. Below him, Marluxia was burning bright crimson as he leapt up to try and swipe his diary back from the Freeshooter standing above him on the ceiling.

"Dude!" Xigbar was howling in hoarse gasps for air between laughter. "Dude, she's been here FIVE DAYS and you're freakin' spouting POETRY over her! Bwahahahaaaaa! Oh Christ! This is GOLD!"

"Unhand that journal!" Marluxia screamed angrily.

"Hey, how about I go show the chick herself this lil' extract, huuh?"

"YOU DARE AND I'LL-"

"SNEAK HUUUUG!" Demyx came out of nowhere and tackled Marluxia to the floor, hugging tightly and snuggling slightly.

Xigbar actually fell off the ceiling from laughing and dropped the diary, which Marluxia practically crawled (still with Demyx attached like a baby monkey on him) to retrieve, jumping to his feet, throwing his 'attacker' off and dashing back to his room to lock up the incriminating evidence. Demyx was left pouting on the floor, arms folded as he huffed, "Oh poo. Why will no one let me hug them?"

"Because you got mites?"

Demyx took off a boot and threw it at his mentor who was hit square in the face and stopped laughing to give a moody, "HEY! Fine, if ya gonna get violent over a little hug, go find Axel!"

"... His arm is still in a sling."

"... The new girl?"

"... Bear in mind exactly what she put me through on her first day. I do not want to repeat it. Plus she doesn't strike me as a 'huggy' kind of person."

"Lex can be a huggy kind of person if you're lucky."

"Yeeeaaaah... about that... I kind of messed up his rubix cube after he spent all last year working it out..."

Xigbar whistled and actually crossed himself. "Good luck with that, Squirt."

"... Luxord?"

"I owe him munny."

"...Mansex?"

"... I'd be killed."

"Xaldin."

"Ditto."

"Vexen?"

"I'm not that desperate."

"Zexion?"

"... He ran away to his lair."

Xigbar sighed and rubbed his chin, mumbling, "Well, can't think of anyone else... Looks like yer outta luck on this one, Squirt."

The words had barely left his mouth before Demyx launched himself at him and tackle hugged him, bringing him down onto a normal plane of gravity and laughing. "Got yooouuuuuuu, Xiggy!"

"Uh... the hell!? Get off me, you freak! Gerroff or I'll tickle you!"

Demyx tried to cease his hugging at that threat, but he was too slow and Xigbar slyly poked him on the back of his neck. Before the first squeal of laughter broke out his mouth, he found himself in a headlock being tickled relentlessly whilst he chortled, laughed, snorted and squeaked, rolling and struggling vainly to free himself. "No! NO! Xiggy let goaahahahahahaaaaaaaaaahaaaaa! N-n-nooo-aaaahhhhhh hah heeeee haaaaaa!"

He did not stop though and it was only when Larxene walked in that they both paused, staring at her.

"Hey, either of you guys know where the Bossman hangs out? I gotta complain about the bathroom facilit... ies..."

She trailed off, raising an eyebrow and staring rather divided in disgust and amusement at what she saw before her. Neither of the men realised that fact Xigbar was sat on Demyx's belly, pinning him down, looked rather... 'suggestive'.

The blond spun on her heels and said in a rather giddy and embarrassed voice, "WHOA, hope I wasn't interrupting anything... I had no idea you guys were... uh... 'batting for the other team'... though I always had my suspicions about you, Blondie..."

And with that she slammed the door shut and scurried back to her room, leaving the two men to watch her in bemusement for about ten seconds of silence...

Before Xigbar childishly carried on, provoking a squeal of involuntary baby-like giggles.