Many of you seem to be feeling bad for poor Lexaeus for being retarded. Well, I'd like to let you know that he isn't really. He just acts it around Zexion. ... For the purpose of the story? He's also not really a marshmallow. That's just an inside joke. Kiira and I are very evil to him. D:
Sitting under the sink pondering the odd events of that day wasn't helping Zexion's nerves very much. Two Nobodies confessed their love to him within the equivalent of an hour and fourteen and a half minutes he'd been awake that day. And on top of that, both Nobodies were men, one being a fifty-something-year-old surfer-dude pirate, the other a large retarded marshmallow.
Zexion was not one to get nervous or to actually feel (or pretend to feel) emotion at all. He usually wandered the castle apathetically, acting like a total square every time some one talked to him, just to get them away. He wasn't really a square, of course. He only pretended to be because he was anti-social. He was actually a really fun non-existent person inside his head. But since he was always a square on the outside, he couldn't seem to pinpoint the exact reason the two men loved him.
Oh wait. Obvious reasons.
His silky lavender hair; his glaring dark eye; his skinny, yet slightly muscular body; his overall sexiness. Yes, Zexion was a total bishie, and he knew it. This made him grin, and he became a little less nervous. But still nervous enough to stay under the sink.
And then suddenly, something interrupted his thoughts. The sink above him turned on by itself. He could hear the water running, and yet there was no person standing in front of it who could have turned it on. He also couldn't hear the water going down the drain. Zexion panicked and crawled out from underneath the sink, standing up and turning to look at it.
And there it was. The strangest thing he'd ever seen. The water coming out of the tap was defying gravity, and forming a sentence in midair, written in messy cursive. He thought he recognized it from some where, but he couldn't remember exactly where.
The water finished spelling out it's phrase, and Zexion finally decided to read it.
Zexion, come find me. I need to tell you something. Demyx.
That's where he'd seen it. Demyx wrote notes to him all the time, usually silly little things like, "You smell like poo." He didn't normally send them written in gravity-defying water, though. This must really be important.
Oh no. Not another one.
He'd have to avoid Demyx all day. And every one else. He had a feeling Demyx, Xigbar and Lexaeus weren't going to be the only ones confessing their love to him that day. Something must be up. Some kind of scheme put together by these three, and whoever else. Yes, that was it. So hiding must be a bad thing, then. He'd just have to stop hiding and--
SPLASH. The water-message fell to the ground, and Zexion was suddenly soaked.
...He'd just have to dry off, and then stop hiding and just go along with whatever prank they were planning until he thought of his own way to get back at them. Scheming was his specialty, you know. The Cloaked Schemer.
He'd have a few hours to hide in here and think while he was drying off, of course. He turned on the wall-mounted blow drier like the ones in public washrooms, sat down underneath it, and began to wait.
Sorry, it's going a bit slow. D: Hardly any thing happened this chapter, but I thought that would be a nice place to end it. So there you are. A short, stupid chapter. Dx
