Demyx walked up to Axel and Roxas. "Okay!" He snapped. "First, you broke my sitar!" He barked. "Now you dyed my hair pink?" He growled. "With some green in it?" He screamed.
Axel and Roxas just gave him a look, than busted out laughing.
Demyx frowned. "Whatever, I really shouldn't show anyone any curtsy around here." He said. "Guess trying to play Mr. Nice Guy doesn't really pay off, eh?" He said, turning on his heel and walked off to his room to dye his hair back to his blond.
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He dyed his hair back to original color back a few hours later. "Maybe…I should just be blunt to everyone," He sighed.
"Nobody gives damn about me, Why should I for them?" He asked no one in particular.
"Nobody's these days, Harsh!" He said, shaking his head.
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The end. Stinky ending. I know, so don't complain, 'kay?