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Mint: (noun) Aromatic herbs of the genus Mentha, cultivated for their aromatic oil and used for flavouring.
Mocha: (noun) A coffee beverage infused with the flavourings of milk, sugar and chocolate.
Chip: (noun) A very thin slice or small piece of food, candy, etc (e.g. chocolate chips, potato chips).
Frappuccino: (noun) The name and registered trademark of a well-celebrated Starbucks beverage.
Mint Mocha Chip Frappuccino: (noun) Reno Onér wonders why the hell The Fix doesn't pilfer this patented Starbucks beverage and offer it to their own customers. Tsk. Losers, yo.

"Send In The Clowns."

The relentless and highly sadistic sun beat down upon the unfortunate residents of the bustling city as though it wanted to murder everyone. This, thankfully, wasn't so much of a strange phenomenon because it was only an hour past noon after all. The sun had its license to kill at this hour. And despite going against the laws of precipitation, it never seemed to rain here in the grand Twilight Metropolis for some bizarre reason. It was always sun, sun, sun and (God forbid) more sun (with the occasional cloudy day, which would usually then be proceeded by even more sun). Of course, it goes without saying that the constant amount of UV rays that showered the city was directly proportionate to the number of people diagnosed with skin cancer every year. And no, you do not want to know the deadly figures.

Axel and Roxas, two of our fine young main protagonists, returned to The Fix via the kitchen's back door, dragging their recently-purchased dairy goods (all ten brand spanking new cartons of them) that they'd just obtained from the I Killed Kenny's convenience store down the sun-drenched road.

"'Scuuuuse me, Sex God comin' through," the redhead announced with bold vigour as he slammed the door wide open and marched in proudly with a self-satisfied smirk on his face, as though the mission he'd just accomplished deserved several rounds of applause and a gold medal to boot. "Oh yeah, and he's tooootally got milk!"

Sora (a.k.a. Kid Gangster) kind of stared at him, then giggled a little. Leon rolled his eyes as though already very much accustomed to Axel's flamboyant antics and strange conduct. Roxas, who had trudged in after the redhead, felt a compelling urge to kick the man in the shins (he was, believe what you will, a registered Taekwondo Black Belt) and watch him crumple to the floor in agony. Cloud and Demyx weren't even in the kitchen, which meant they were probably out in front, suffering the wrath of demon customers.

"That took awhile," Leon muttered as he grabbed the receipt out of Axel's outstretched fingers and checked through it. "What were you doing? Freeloading on cigarettes and alcohol?" he continued distractedly.

His redheaded member of staff shrugged. "Naw. You know I'd never ever do that to the funds of this franchise, my beloved boss man with the tight ass and eternal facial blemish across the forehead. I just wanted some candy, but Roxas refused to get me any. And then we got into this epic battle that was so freakin' blockbuster that I nearly lost an arm! I threw him into a shelf full of condoms though. And then," he paused dramatically, "…I won."

And with that, Axel proceeded to do a little jig of triumph and twirled, giving Sora a classic high-five.

At that, it was no surprise that Roxas shot Axel a dirty look that held the promise of an extremely unexpected and violent/gruesome murder on the redhead's part. The redhead didn't really seem to take notice of this nasty glare as he was still too busy basking in the afterglow of his non-existent victory, in which Sora shared his all-encompassing glee and pride.

Leon's disbelieving frown could have been visible from several hundred miles away. "Fine," the man said with a huff, figuring (rather belatedly) that maybe he shouldn't put the blond and the redhead together for long periods of time if he could help it. "Whatever. Roxas, you unload the milk. And you two," Leon indicated both Sora and Axel, "get your asses out there and take Strife's and Aeco's place."

Axel's beaming mug deteriorated abruptly like a deflated balloon. "But — but this is an outrage! I just got back from shopping for your friggin' moo goo!" he spluttered.

"Exactly," Leon said, nodding uncaringly. "And now, you're going straight back to work. Because I say so. And because I'm the jackass who pays your wages. So scram. And don't you screw up, Axel. Sora's still under supervision."

Axel pouted for about half a second before Sora flounced towards him with a happy-purple-choo-choo-train smile and grabbed him by the arm, dragging him to the front. "C'mon, ya lazy baboon," the brunet chirruped. "We gon' have fun servin' those beeetches."

Axel blinked rapidly. So… this was the kid who deemed himself openly gay? The redhead was impressed. And a little freaked out at the same time. And that never came often to him. How curious. How fuckin' weird. In that moment, he wondered just how in the blue hell Roxas came about meeting and befriending the little twerp. There was definitely bound to be some kind of an abso-posi awesome story behind the makings of their comradeship. He could totally tell.

So anyway, Sora and Axel both relieved Demyx and Cloud of their positions, with the felonious little high school adolescent taking up his usual post as a waiter and Axel stationing himself at the counter to take orders. The bar looked pretty damn crowded at the moment, what with the large number of teenagers from various well-known subcultures (emo, punk, goth, emo-punk-goth hybrid, prep, nerd, jock, Barbie princesses, under-aged hookers, homosexual, etc) as well as many random lovey-dovey couples seated more or less like, everywhere. Well, it was a Saturday. Who knew what kind of weird, homeless, jobless, nameless freaks entered the coffee bar at this hour?

Demyx and Cloud, who'd both been working their asses off since morning, were more or less (note: more than less) relieved that their posts were finally taken over. The two walked into the kitchen, sighing in unison. Peace at last.

That was until Leon spotted Demyx and beckoned for the mohawk'd kid with one hand (the one with Griever on it, which goes to show it was his favourite hand, or whatever).

"Hey, Dem? Come over here a sec. I wanna talk to you."

Demyx's expression morphed into one of extreme alarm and dread in about 0.123 seconds flat and he started to flail and scream "NON! JE NE PARLE PAS FRANÇAIS!" causing Leon to practically jump out of his skin, Cloud to spew approximately seven different swear words in one breath and Roxas to drop a carton of milk onto the floor which very narrowly missed his foot. This was closely followed by a "what the fuck?" on his part, which earned no response.

Leon, who had a hand over his heart (that he would swear had somehow stopped for a few milliseconds or so), shook his head feebly. "Whoa, calm down, Demyx. Relax. This has nothing to do with, er, whatever you just said. And please, I implore you, stop with the French. I know you're taking language classes and I know some girls think it's outrageously 'suave and sexy' that you can speak in accented tongues, but frankly, nobody here can understand you."

Demyx looked utterly shot (and left for dead) that Leon would even dare use 'finger quotation marks' and was about to protest that French was the best language on the planet, but Leon crossed his arms gravely, effectively causing Demyx's objection to die in this throat.

"I'm serious, Dem. Anyways, I've got something to say to you. Come with me, we'll talk about this outside in private." And the self-righteous manager clamped a hand on Demyx's shoulder and steered the bewildered musician through the door out into the back alley leaving Cloud and Roxas staring after them with identical expressions of confusion plastered on their faces, until the door slammed shut again ominously.

"I didn't do it!" Demyx shrieked in supersonic as soon they were outside, drenched in a monstrosity of sunlight and fresh air. "Whatever it was, I swear on my Neopet's life I didn't do it, man!"

"Fuck, Demyx! Shut up!" Leon counter-yelled.

Demyx froze. Then stared, and after a moment of silence, eventually broke into a grin. "Y'know, it's kinda cool that I just made you raise your voice above Monotonous and Dull. Only time I ever hear you scream is like, during concerts and stuff. Which reminds me, it's really about time we oughta go for another one. I hear MSI's performing live next month. We should totally get tix!"

"Yeah uh—"

"Dig me now, fuck me later. Sing to the tune of FAGGOT FAGGOT FAG—!"

"DEMYX!"

Demyx snapped back to attention. "Oh. Sorry. Chyeah? What's this about, dude?"

Leon rolled his eyes. Dude? Suuure, call me whatever you want, why don't you? The man sighed inwardly. He never seemed to get any goddamn respect out of his employees. But he let it slide. Demyx was, after all, the 'cool guy' who gave him that free backstage pass to that wicked awesome TBM concert those few months back. He'd earned the title of 'good chum with unique hair' in his books.

"Demyx, I have an offer to make," the boss man said. "How would you like Mismatched Thirteen to play live at the bar every Friday night?"

At this, Demyx's eyes widened and his face kind of exuded the prized expression of utter HOLYSHITNOWAYSERIOUSLY?

"Really?! Here? At Chez Leonhart?!"

Leon smiled at his Good Chum. "Yeah. At The Fix. It's a two-way thing. You get to boost your band's rep by playing at our location and my business gets more customers in. I figured it'd be a win-win situation."

"Holy… Jesus. Damn. For serious? Whooooaaa." The guitarist was close to speechless (judging by his severely-reduced vocabulary). "I – I would totally be honoured, man! Frackin' hell, Leon… you serious? Like, serious serious? … Maaaan… Gotta ask the rest of the band first though, but I'm hella sure they'd all be up for it. We've been waiting for an opportunity to do a public stunt at a bar for ages now!"

Leon nodded, pleased at Demyx's reaction. "Right. You've got the green light, but make sure you get back to me once you have your answer from your mates. We gotta blueprint where you guys'd want to stage your performance and stuff."

"Thanks, man. You're the best! Duuude! Like, we could totally start making über-sexy, eye-catching posters and stick them up to advertise the band and the gig dates! That'll draw in the customers for sure!" Demyx said, excited now. "Damn, this is gonna be so frickin' awesome!"

"Of course, there is the small matter of paying you guys to play—"

The musician gasped. "Oh, no, no, no, no! We couldn't take your money! I mean, after all, you were the one who said—"

"I insist, Dem."

"No!"

"Yes."

Demyx frowned for a moment, then relented. "… Well. I suppose we could work somethin' out."

Leon nodded. "It's settled then. Looking forward to doing business with you, compadre."

Meanwhile…

Back in the kitchen, Cloud and Roxas were pretty much silent, which made for a really uncomfortable atmosphere that seemed to swallow them both whole, bones and all.

Until the older blond decided to speak up.

"Hey. Roxas? Sorry about what I did to your face yesterday," Cloud muttered, very conveniently avoiding Roxas' gaze so he didn't have to see the after-effect of his handiwork. "And uh, thanks for not telling on me. That was very uh…" He scratched his head restlessly. "Hmm… thanks?" he concluded rather lamely, for lack of experience in the apology department.

Roxas snorted. "Yeah well, you owe me for that. Big time."

Cloud nodded. "Sure. I'd buy you a drink some time, but not right now. I'm kinda broke at the moment. Blew all my cash on a twelve-month deviantART subscription and a two-year Bike Mag subscription. Y'know, necessities."

Roxas waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it," he muttered. "We'll figure something out."

Somewhere around five, two attention-grabbing customers came swaggering/sashaying up towards the counter, simultaneously babbling about secret Turkish organizations and The House of the Dead and Time Crisis 3. The guy was wearing an open-necked white button-down shirt under an unbuttoned faded black jacket. His hair was one word: awesome. The girl was wearing a micro-mini dress that blinded everyone with its striking colour of Very Bright Neon Pink. It was four words: …Very Bright Neon Pink. 'Nuff said.

Axel spotted them almost immediately (who wouldn't?) and was caught between exuding a What The Fuck expression or facepalming himself. Honestly. He didn't know what to do, so he settled for just staring at them with an eyebrow raised as they approached him and stopped just short of poking distance.

The male, who was grinning in an I-Am-Totally-And-Utterly-Badass manner, spoke first.

"Ax—el! We've come to see how you were doin', yo!"

Axel peered at the both of them dubiously, tapping his fingers against the countertop. "Oh, really? And why do I not believe you, der Bruder?"

The girl standing beside her companion gave a sort of silly laugh. It was a high-pitched, tinkling noise that raised a few heads of other people around them. Of course, it was pretty much her intention to ensure that everyone was aware of her existence in this universe. Subtlety was not one of her life-long ambitions.

"No, no, don't believe him," she twittered, flicking some of her crimson hair over her shoulder so that it shimmered in the artificial lights of the bar. "We were just 'round the corner visiting the arcade—I totally owned Reno at everything, by the way—and we decided to get drinks, cuz yeah, we were thirsty, duuuh. But instead of that Starbucks down the road, we figured we'd come here. It's like, a lot cheaper and stuff."

The dude, Reno, rolled his eyes. "Kai was goddamn adamant, even though SB's got my fave Frappuccino." He stuck his tongue out at the girl. "Inconsiderate teenage mutant cheapskate of the stubborn variety."

"Yeah-huh, cool," Axel drawled. "Why the hell were you two at the arcade anyways? I was pretty sure the 'rents banned you two— us three from ever going back there ever since Kairi was caught doing inappropriate things with the joysti—"

"Jeez. Can it, Ax. You know what she'd do to you if you ever repeat that incident," Reno cut in, glancing at his sister.

But Kairi had already more or less stopped listening because her undivided attention had been pretty much diverted by a figure in the distance. She had caught sight of a certain brunet standing off to one side, handing drinks out to a middle-aged couple seated at a table. Her eyes lit up like no other eyes could ever light up. And her expression went from glee! to I see tasty meat!

"Who's the blue-eyed cutie with the crazy hair over there?" she whispered not-so-secretively to Axel. "Reckon he's got a girlfriend?"

Axel glanced over at the cutie in question and looked back at Kairi, face breaking into an evil smile. "Why, I thought your days of slutting were over, dear sister?"

"They're over when I say they're over," the redheaded girl said matter-of-factly.

Axel tsked. "His name's Sora and he's not for sale," he said as solemnly as he could manage without inwardly cracking a rib. "I can guarantee he wouldn't be interested in you. 'Sides, he's way too innocent for skanks such as yourself."

Reno chuckled. "Like that's gonna stop her."

Kairi pouted a little, then, as though making her mind up, she tottered over towards Sora and awaited an opportunity engage him in some user-friendly tête-à-tête.

"She's gonna scare the crap out of him," Axel muttered, rolling his eyes. And he turned back to Reno. "'Sup, bro? How's college? How's Ru—"

Just then, Reno (with his amazing hawk-eyed vision and quick wit) spotted Cloud coming out of the kitchen and all at once, he forgot that Axel even existed for a few moments.

"Heeeeeey! If it ain't Cloud Strife! S'been awhile, huh?"

Not expecting such terror-inspiring people to start popping up out of the blue, Cloud's eyes widened like teacup saucers and the blond momentarily contemplated doing a complete one-eighty turn and walking straight back through the door he'd just come in from like he never encountered his ex-classmate of 2003.

"What's wrong? Don't you remember me?" Reno (the terrorist) was saying. "The guy who smashed the lunch tray over your head that one time in the cafeteria when you decided to call me a… what was it? A brainless potato wussbag?"

Cloud backed into the door slowly. He could still make it if he ran.

Of course, Roxas (unlucky kid that he was) took that moment to shove the door open. And it hit Cloud in the ass rather audibly.

"What the—?" Roxas smacked his nose against the door, which had promptly swung back in full force towards his unprotected face.

Cloud jumped a foot in the air and stepped away from the entryway. "Oh, shit! Sorry, Rox!"

Axel made a disgruntled noise at this ridiculous demonstration. "What the fuck, man! Are you trying to disfigure Roxy's face?"

Roxas walked out irritably, a hand over his nose. "F'bickin' hebus. Dat muduhf'kin' hurd!"

Reno blinked when he finally spotted the younger blond. "Strife, I didn't know you had a brother."

"I don't," Cloud bit out darkly and then momentarily shot Roxas a pathetically apologetic look that read 'Oh God, Please Don't Kill Me. I Promise I'll Buy You A Full Bottle of Brandy After I Get Paid'.

"No, he doesn't," Axel confirmed, "Roxas isn't related to Cloud in any way, shape or form." He reached out and jabbed Reno in the forehead. "And back off! Don't even think about it. HE'S MINE."

"Watch it, flyboy," Roxas growled, slowly taking his hand away from his sore nose and scrunching it up experimentally. Somewhere at the back of his mind, the boy declared to himself that this goddamn place was a huge health hazard to him. Well, to his face, at any rate. And maybe to the rest of his body somewhere down the road if there was going to be molestation involved.

Reno grinned. "Yours, eh? He doesn't sound very yours."

"He will be."

"Huh. Well, good luck with that." Reno looked around at Roxas, whose nose had turned a nice, rosy pink. "Greetings, amigo. I'm Reno, this idiot's older brother—"

"You're two years younger than me, douche," Axel reminded him lightly.

"—and don't worry, I don't exhibit much, if any, of his happy-blissful-whoopdeedoo-I-am-so-gay-todaaay traits. That said, don't mind Axel. He's a rainbow-coloured fruit fairy, but if it's any consolation, I should let you know that he likes taking it up the—"

"Way too much information," Cloud muttered. Then realised he should not have opened his big mouth.

"Oh yesssss," Reno went on, eyes a-glimmer when his attention returned to Cloud. "Which reminds me. I used to be in most of Strife's classes way back in the day when we were testosterone-fuelled kids. We were best friends—"

"Hey! That's bullshit and you know it, man."

"—I mean, come on! He loved letting me use his stationery when mine kept miraculously disappearing—"

"You stole three of my pencil cases. And you kept losing your own shit because you liked lobbing them at the teacher's head."

"—of course we had a friendly fight once during lunch—"

"You nearly killed me."

"—and really, no one liked to be in his presence because he was just so angry all the time—"

"Keep it up Onér, I'll—"

"—but then he became all semi-cool and stuff when he started riding to school on his awesome bike. Friend's Rear, or something—"

"FENRIR, YOU SICK BASTARD!"

And whilst the redhead and the blond continued their interesting tirade of conversation and reliving their high school years, the other equally redheaded and blond-haired pair started a conversation of their own.

"Yeah, sooooo…" Axel feigned a yawn that spoke volumes of what he thought about the ensuing Reno/Cloud debacle. "Roxy, seen any interesting movies lately?"

Roxas caught the underlying tone of sarcasm and played along in dry amusement. "Oh, yeah. Some fucking B-rated drama crap. Think it was called Your Brother Versus Very Disgruntled Emo Co-Worker."

Sora had bustled back to the counter, pursued by the redheaded girl that was Kairi. His expression held near-visible traces of distress and 'OHMYGRAAAH, WHY IS THIS GIRL LIKE, STALKING ME?!'

"Sora!" Axel called. "Looks like you've been acquainted with my sister."

Roxas snorted. "Your siblings are weird."

Reno heard that and broke off his exchange with Cloud. "Oy, get it right. Axel's the one who's weird, got it committed to memory, kid?"

Cloud felt like fleeing the scene completely.

"Axel!" Kairi admonished, "Get Sora to give me his number! He has a number, doesn't he?"

Sora raised an eyebrow at the girl, trying to disguise his discomfort. Girls had cooties, for the love of planet Mars! He shivered inwardly and then tried distracting his train of thought by glancing over at Reno. "Hey. I noticed that you're gangsta," he said, nodding in gracious recognition. "I'm pretty gangsta myself."

Reno's face split into a smirk and he raised two fingers in salute, uttering one word.

"Yo."

Roxas, protective BFF that he was, looked a little peeved as he glanced back and forth between said best friend and Axel's younger brother, who seemed to be exhibiting very Axel-like behaviour. It was bad enough that the girl redhead was showing an interest in Sora. He decided that there was something very wrong with the Onér family.

"What the hell happened to the Serving Customers Their Drinks part?" Cloud barked loudly, immense apocalyptic hate evident in his cracking voice, earning several disgruntled glares from patrons. But it more or less shut everyone up, including a whining Kairi.

"Oh. That's right." Axel shrugged and turned to his younger brother and sister. "Coffee? Tea? Strawberry Pocky?"

Sora ran into the kitchen and disappeared then, before the redheaded girl could latch on to him permanently.

A few moments after the Onér siblings exited the bar (miraculously leaving without paying for some reason, although this could be because Axel was feeling extremely charitable again), Roxas and Cloud retreated back into the kitchen, casting Demyx out to work alongside the redhead like the cruel bastards that they are. Which would have been fine for the musician, if not for the fact that Leon's girlfriend and her step-daddy decided to pop in almost seconds later.

"Oh, this day just keeps getting more and more interesting!" Axel announced to no one in particular, and then he grinned at Marluxia. "LORD MARLOX! You're back! Awesome!" And he glanced towards Rinoa. "Hey, you!" he greeted her, calling her by the universal name everyone more or less used through sheer convenience when they've forgotten a name. "Your boy's in the kitchen, should I grab him for ya?"

"Mmm, nah," Rinoa shook her head. "That can wait. 'Sides, Marly wants to talk to him." She kind of shot her pink-haired guardian a semi-annoyed look that read: Why Do You Wanna Do That Again?

The man nodded unsmilingly, smoothing down his expensive tailored tuxedo. "I assume you forgot to tell your boss about my visit the other day?" he asked, directing that question to the redhead at the counter.

Axel blinked. "Oh. Yeaaaah, about that…"

"Doesn't matter. I shall speak to him in private today. For now, I believe Rin wants something to drink."

With that, the pink-haired millionaire mafia godfather/stepfather/whatever stepped around the counter and made his way towards the kitchen door.

Axel looked startled. "Wait! You can't go in there!" he exclaimed. "That's staff members only! You'll— argh! Never mind!" The redhead gave up and ran a hand through his hair, looking back at Rinoa. "Your dad's not used to other people telling him what to do, huh?"

Rinoa just shrugged. "He gets what he wants. Frankly, he can be a big meanie sometimes."

Axel sighed. "Okay. Let me guess, you want a vanilla milkshake?"

"Yup!"

"Right-o."

And whilst Axel went to work on her beverage, Demyx, who'd caught sight of the boss man's girlfriend in her tasteful two-thousand-dollar Swarovski crystal-embedded Jimmy Choo high heels, passed by the counter to greet her. "Heeeey, it's you again!" he beamed. "How's it goin'?"

Rinoa smiled warmly at the musician. "Oh, hi! I'm doing great, thanks for asking! Demyx, right? How are you?"

Demyx smiled at her gusto and grand enthusiasm. "I'm okay. A little tired, but a man's gotta do his job, huh?" He laughed a little, then made a move to return to clearing a few tables. But Rinoa made a timely grab for his arm.

"So I heard from Squall you're in a band, am I right?" she asked, eyeing Demyx with fluttering lashes.

"Uh… yeah." The band member in question smiled a little awkwardly, carefully tugging his arm away. "I'm the lead guitarist."

Rinoa grinned. "Can you sing?"

"Umm, a little? I do the backup vocals and take the lead singer's place sometimes," Demyx replied, a little uncomfortable now that Rinoa was moving closer to him.

Uh oh. Was she flirting with him? Not good. Totally not good in various epic proportions.

"What kinda songs do you and your band play?"

"Well… we do mainly punk and alternative rock. And occasional grunge, I suppose."

"Oooh. Nice. Not really my cup of tea, but I'd loooove to see you play something one day."

Demyx was reminded about his conversation earlier on with Leon. "Oh! Um, yeah! Well, you might be able to—"

He was cut short when loud yelling could be heard from the kitchen.

"—IS NOT! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE HER STEP-FATHER. LEAVE RIGHT NOW. DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT HER THAT WAY."

And seconds later, Marluxia emerged from the back, shaking his head disappointedly, almost sadly.

He caught sight of stepdaughter and glowered. "Rin, you'll be the death of him, I swear."

With that, the man walked out of the bar with a gust of wind in his wake, his immaculately pristine locks of hair billowing about behind him in classic movie star fashion.

"Shit," Axel breathed. "What the fuck was that about?" he wondered aloud.

Rinoa looked a little worried but didn't say anything, just clutched at her black leather Louis Vuitton purse tightly.

"Umm… Rinoa?" Demyx quipped.

"Cancel the vanilla shake. I think I'll leave now," the girl said at last. "Don't tell Leon I was here. I'll uh… I'll call him later."

"Umm… okay."

With that, Rinoa left in a hurry.

Demyx caught Axel's eye. Axel pulled at his bottom lip thoughtfully. And they were silent for a long moment.

Then, with his brow creased, Demyx asked, "Was that dude Rinoa's dad?"

Axel shook his head. "Close. He's her step-dad. Who, might I add, is more concerned about Leon's well-being than his own foster kid. She gets around a lot, if y'know what I mean."

"Oh…" Sudden understanding dawned upon Demyx and hit him like a school bus. "Shit. I think I kinda know what went on in there."

"Me too."

"…Tragic." Demyx shook his head. "Looks like Leon's pretty devoted to his girl."

"Yeah. Poor guy."

"I'm more worried about how Cloud's taking all the drama."

"Huh. You've got a point."

It was maybe an hour after sundown that Leon decided to close shop for some undisclosed, unexplained reason.

He didn't say anything about his exchange with Marluxia and everyone else who had witnessed the disagreement in the kitchen (i.e. Cloud, Roxas and Sora) weren't up to talk about it.

It goes without saying that the day ended abruptly with a hell lot of emo-angst in the air.

Perfect.

Author's note: Drama queens, yo.

Also, Demyx's aforementioned "NON! JE NE PARLE PAS FRANÇAIS!" translates to something like "NO! I DO NOT SPEAK FRENCH!" Chyeah.