September 8:
Demyx had often been told that he had the inability to behave himself. He found this rather offensive for two reasons:
1. He did; he just didn't always have the best idea of what constituted behaving.
2. Neither did most of the rest of the Organization.
So Axel's casual teasing comment of "Dem, can't you ever behave yourself?" was particularly infuriating.
"You're one to talk!" he snapped.
"Was that a comeback?" asked Axel, amused.
"If I remember correctly, it wasn't me who set Vexen's lab on fire!"
"You kept watch for me," the pryo smirked.
"Only 'cause you stole Arpeggio!"
"Oh come off it, Dem. You though it was funny too."
"I told you not to do it!" Demyx rarely got upset, but when he did it seemed it was often Axel's fault. "You know Axel, just because I'm the second youngest and everyone else picks on me, doesn't mean that you have to as well. I never did anything to you!"
"God, kid, calm down."
"Don't call me "kid;" you're not that much older than me!"
"Okay, Okay, just squirt some water on yourself and chill out." Axel found mocking the Nocturne's water powers endless entertaining.
"Just because I put up with your crap doesn't mean I like it, Axel."
"Oh, I think you do, Demyx."
The redhead's smirk widened into a very wicked grin. The blond blushed for a moment, flustered by Axel's devious look, before remembering what that look tended to precede.
"No, I really don't. Just get off of me Axel; I'm going back to my own room."
