"Hahaaa!" Demyx squealed happily, typing away on his computer. Clickety clack Clickety clack
"Finally! I get to teach a whooole lesson, all by myself!"
Obviously, the Melodious Nocturne was happy about teaching something to his plushies.
"I should teach about…the internet!" he chirped, remaining unaware of the twig that walked into his room.
"Which is totally for porn," Sonic the Hed--er, Axel, stated matter-of-factly.
Demyx blinked once. Twice. "Porn?" he repeated, turning around to face Axel. "How would you know?"
That was a very, very good question, Demyx.
"Why do you think the 'net was born?" Axel asked.
"To help people, silly!" Demyx said, smiling. "You can research, browse, shop, sell stuff on eBay…"
"Wrong!" Axel yelled, shaking a finger in a 'no' motion. "It's for pooorn, poorn, poooooorn!"
"B-but…that's not why it was created!" Demyx whined, googling 'what is the internet for?' Click.
"Porn. God damn porn," Demyx muttered, staring fixatedly at the results page. "These people are perverted. You know, normal people don't sit at home and look at porn on the internet."
Axel paused for a moment, before falling on the ground in laughter. "Y-you ha-have no idea!" he stuttered, clutching his stomach. Laughing hurt. Stupid Demyx, always making him laugh with his adorable-ness and stuff. Mental note: Set Demyx's bed on fire. While he's in it.
"What?" Demyx asked, puzzled. "I have ideas about lots of things!"
Axel regained his composure a few minutes later, standing up. He looked behind him, and opened his mouth to yell.
"READY NORMAL PEOPLE!"
So they weren't exactly normal, but they were close enough. Right? Of course.
"Ready!" Xigbar yelled.
"Ready!" Marluxia sang.
"Ready!" Xemnas yelled. (Whoa.)
They all took a breath, getting ready to sing.
"THE INTERNET IS FOR PORN!"
"Sorry, Demyx!" Marluxia said, smiling ever so slightly.
"THE INTERNET IS FOR PORN!"
"I masturbate!" Marluxia yelled, sounding somewhat proud. Creepy.
Demyx shuddered, getting a mental image.
"God, I hate you, Axel."
Axel smiled, leaning on Demyx's shoulder. "I love you, too, Demyyy," he said, trying to make his voice as " 3333" as possible.
"Yeah, whatever. You're interrupting my class," Demyx muttered.
"Class?"
"Yeah. Class."
Of course. Now it was time to drug him and put him to bed. Then FWOOSH! (A/N: Those are fire noises, kthnx.)