13. Denial. - Demyx and Luxord.
"Hey Luxord!" The boy grins from ear to ear at his elder, waving childishly. "Having a good day?" As he walks by, he slowly circles around the man, not turning his back to him. Luxord has the right to be suspicious. He cocks an eyebrow.
"Is something wrong, Demyx?"
"What? Me? Nothing." The boy runs a nervous hand through his messy hair, his wide smile now hurting his cheeks. "I'm just peachy, Lux… I'll just be going to my quarters now." He turns sharply on his heel, making for the door. Luxord grabs him to a halt, plunging his hand into the musican's fidgeting hood. "No! Luxord! What are you--"
Like a rabbit from a tophat, the Gambler pulls out a white, longhaired kitten by the scruff of its neck, and it worms and wiggles in protect against the way it's being hold. It calls out in a little, whiny voice.
"Meow!"
Demyx's eyes widen, and he stares for a moment, brain working a mile per second.
"…Who put that cat in my hood?!" he bellows, pointing at the creature and looking around the place for someone to blame.
Luxord shakes his head, looking amused. "Really Number Nine. You are fooling no one."
Demyx puts his finger down, and smiles weakly.
"Would you believe me if I said she followed me home?"