"Ah, don't be like that, Larxy!"
Larxene had just snapped one of the strings of his Sitar in a fit of rage. She turned back to him, her eyes as cold as murder.
"Larxy?"
"...Xeney?"
She shrieked and lunged at him, and Demyx had just enough time to liquefy himself before her hands snaked their way around his neck. Larxene growled and shoved off of him. Demyx solidified.
"You don't like my pet names?"
"Next time," she said evenly, "I'll dump you in a river."