Room 206, Wednesday Afternnoon

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Valentine stood on his side of room 206 and just stared at the side that, the day before, was not his at all.
In fact, it had been no-man's land.
But today, 6's side of the room gave off a definite 'safe' sort of vibe, and Valentine couldn't help but notice that the few things that his roomie had owned were gone entirely.
So... that made the room entirely his, then?
A slow grin spread across Valentine's lips. Sweet. A double dorm room all to him! And the first thing he was going to do was test to see if the other side of the room was still going to kill him.
He pulled a ball from his pocket and tossed it over to the side of the room that formerly held booby traps of every variety that would fit. A moment later, the ball vanished into thin air and smacked him on the back of the head.
"What the bloody hell?!"
Valentine, being the brilliant individual that he was, decided to try again to see if that was a once in a lifetime happening. Once again, he was smacked in the back of the head. And again. And again.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
...
"Granted, none of the traps have gone off," he decided at length, before he got to work taking down the police-line do-not-cross-esque tape that had separated the two halves of the room for the past few months.
And then, to stave off boredom, he threw the ball across the room a few more times.

(OOC: The door is open, Valentine is free for interaction. He probably won't miss his roomie as much as I will, but that's mostly because Valentine has the combined attention span and memory retention of an overripe eggplant. The vanishing ball thing is a result of Rikku's little reality rip. Whee, holes in reality!)

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Demyx was missing his fake boyfriend-thing. So, naturally, this instigated a visit. "Are you home or are you off filming something again?" He asked, looking right at Valentine as he said it. Somehow the 'duh' of that escaped his notice.

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Valentine took a moment to properly consider his answer, the ball smacking him in the back of the head jarring him into his reply.
"Home, definitely," he decided. "I don't have my third script even written yet."

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"Good. So who won the theme song thingie-whatever?" The Nobody asked, inviting himself in and watching Valentine's disappearing ball trick. "...How're you doing that, anyway?" Demyx was tempted to try to stick his hand through it.

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"Won?" Valentine shrugged a little. "I couldn't choose, so I figure I'll just make a movie for each theme song." He tossed the ball again. "I don't know how exactly this works. I just throw the ball at that spot over there on the other side of the room, and it appears behind me and ... well... smacks me in the head."
He paused for a moment, tilting his head in consideration.
"I bet if I threw it hard enough and then ducked, it might loop around and go through the... whatever and come back again over and over ad infinitum."

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"Huh." Demyx thought about the loopy ball sonotdirtyew, then nodded enthusiastically. "You should totally try that!" he flailed. "I wanna see if it does!"

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Valentine glanced at Demyx, then grinned and shrugged.
"Well, alright then. Keep out of the way," he said, winding up, pitching the ball at the other side of the room, and dodging out of the way before he could get smacked in the head again. The effect wasn't quite the same as he had predicted. Yes, the ball vanished when it hit the other side of the room, but, despite the fact that he had moved, Valentine found himself being beaned from behind yet again.
"What the hell?"

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Demyx blinked. "I think it likes you?" He moved closer to the other side of the room. "I wonder what would happen if I touched it?"

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Valentine shook his head and waves his arms about a little.
"Nono, don't touch it! You might lose something!"
Sure, he was a little paranoid. He was being smacked about by his own juggling balls, after all.

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"But you aren't afraid that you're going to lose your balls?" Demyx asked curiously.

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"I have more than one ball," Valentine replied, still flailing his arms about a little. "You only have one right hand!"

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"Well, true." Demyx paused, looking at his hand. "I do need my right hand. I use it all the time, after all..."

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"Exactly," Valentine said pointedly, holding his own hands in the air. "We're performers. We use our hands. They're our life."
He thought for a moment more. "Try your foot instead."

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"True, true...but I can't dance if I don't have feet!" Demyx flailed. Then paused. "But I have Dancers for that!" Looking at the disappeary place, he kicked at it.

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It was a grand kick. It was a good kick. It sent Valentine sprawling across the floor from the boot to the back of his head.
"I didn't say to kick it!" He looked up at the floating leg with a frown, then back to the rest of Demyx, on the other side of the room.

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"....." Demyx looked at his foot. Then at the blank space in front of him.

Then he began to scream.

"GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT!"

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Valentine facepalmed maybe a wee bit. "Well, put your leg down! Or step through!"

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Demyx struggled to hold his balance, toppling into the rift-y disappearing place, only to appear screaming on the other side of the room. Where he might have landed on Valentine. ".....Ow."

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Valentine was now faceplanted into the floor, and none too thrilled.
"Was it a soft landing, at least?"
Oh yes. The tone was irked indeed.

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"I'd prefer to be on top of you in other ways," Demyx answered, rolling off of him. "You know, the kind that involves less clothing?" There wasn't a hopeful note in his voice. Why would you think that?

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"Yes, well, maybe when my everything stops hurting, I'll consider it." Valentine rolled over and dusted himself off. "You did just kick me in the back of the head and then fall on me."

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"I didn't do that on PURPOSE!" Demyx flailed at him. "My FOOT was DETACHED!"

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"Well, it doesn't make the headache any less unpleasant," Valentine said with perhaps a bit of a pout. "And your foot is attached again."

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"Well excuse me." Demyx pouted right back, rubbing his foot. "I like my feet attached properly. Seeing it dangling like that is just....scary."

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"Yes, yes I can imagine." Valentine stood and inspected the spot across the room, then walked over to it. "It's not... normal, that's for sure."
He paused a moment, and then stuck his arm through, poking himself in the back of the head before pulling his arm back to safety.

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"...." Demyx stared. "Okay, that was just creepy."