Room 206, Under The Bed, Saturday Night

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The school was gone.

The school was gone.

And Valentine hadn't spent enough time out and about to bother finding out what had happened and what was responsible. Instead, upon laying eyes upon the remains, he made a beeline for his room, shut the door, took a moment to shove a chair up against it, and dove under his bed.
Every now and again, he'd peek out to make certain that there weren't shadowy tentacles reaching into the room.

One could never be too sure.


(The chair isn't against the door very solidly at all. Seriously. Come on in and tell Valentine that he's an idiot. Bring booze.)

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Demyx? He had booze.

It might be sparkly booze, but it was booze. Shush; it had been on sale.

He knocked at the door, then pushed on it. Meeting resistence, he frowned and portalled himself into the room. "Valentine?" he asked, looking around for him.

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"SsshShhhshhh! They'll hear you and then where will we all be?" Valetine was so flailing from under his bed.
For the record, under-the-bed-flailing didn't generally work so very well at all.

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"They exploded the school," Demyx explained. "And then everybody beat them up. At least, that's what radio said." He held out the bottle as a peace offering. "Wanna get drunk and feel better?"

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That blur was Valentine's flaily arm reaching out for the bottle. And then that absence of blur was his hand, waiting there for it. Because like hell he was coming out from under that bed because holy bloody hell the school was gone.

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Demyx got down on all fours to shimmy in under the bed with Valentine, passing the bottle to him. "Just don't drink it all," he requested. "I want some too."

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"I'll save you some," Valentine agreed. A mouthful maybe? That was nice, right? Because obviously he's the more traumatized party here and he gets more automatically?
He pulled at the cap- this was a trick for the ages, there under the bed.
No way. Not coming out.

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Demyx moved to help him, grabbing the bottom of the bottle and pulling on it slightly. "You hold that, okay? And on three. One. Two. Three!" He pulled.

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And, of course, Valentine also pulled.
And the stopper came free with a piff and a flurry of glitter.
"....."
What the hell, anyhow!?

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Demyx blinked in surprise, trying to process the sudden glitter-puff. "...." he rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth, spitting glitter. "...What the hell."

The booze itself was perfectly clear and unharmed by glitter contamination, but there was definitely glitter in the air and slowly settling around the two boys.

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Two thoughts crossed Valentine's mind as the glitter finally settled.
First: That is going to be a bitch to clean up, provided they survived whatever it was that leveled the school.
Second: Glitter should never go there, thank you very much.
Also: There was no way he was coming out from under the bed tonight. Not even for glitter.
That was totally two things. Ssh.
"Discount bottle?"

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"Yeah," Demyx admitted sheepishly. "I can see why, now." He looked over at Valentine, taking a drink out of the bottle and offering it to him. "It'll make it seem better. For a while, at least."

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Valentine accepted the bottle, took a long swig, and shuddered a little as it ran down his throat.
"The school is leveled," he said to nobody in particular. "There's just no getting away from it. Bloody hell."

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"Yeah. At least the dorms are fine?" Demyx leaned against him, curling an arm around Valentine's back for moral support. "It'll be okay," he said confidently.

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"Right up until the dorms are not-fine and I'm right back where I was, juggling in the street for a living with no roof over my head because alleyways are such perfect places to hang around in for very important men like myself," Valentine said dryly, taking another long drink from the bottle. "Absolutely fine."

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Demyx snorted slightly. "The dorms are so not gonna explode. Swear it. And if they do, there's the summer cabins from last year! Or, worst case scenario, we can go to where I'm from provided I can still get there. Though I don't know how much you'd like it there. Still, it's available?" He stole the bottle for another drink, reaching up with his other hand to pet the side of Valentine's face.

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Valentine shuddered and shimmied back a little further under the bed. The glittery-booze crap was cheap, sure, but it was effective, and Valentine was both pleased and chagrined when his brain took three steps to the right and decided to sit on the sidelines for a while to watch.
"'S no good anyhow. Things falling apart and blowing up and ... falling... apart. And things. Nooo good at all."

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Hey, gut-rot could be very effective! Demyx wasn't dissatisfied with the stuff, even if it didn't taste all tht great. It did the job. "It'll be okay! And I'm still here, right?" Demyx was totally setting himself up for one of Valentine's usual harsh comments, but he wasn't even thinking about it.

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"You being about isn't going to make a spit of difference if a wave of giant shadow tentacles shows up and washes over the place and destroys things," Valentine said in his best 'I think you are being an idiot again' tone. Apparently, he got better at such tones the more drunk he got. "You'd not make a good carbonized statue of black crumbly nastiness."

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"Shadow-tentacles? Like the Heartless?" Demyx snorted. "Please. Heartless are nothing. I can beat them, and I'm one of the worst fighters in the Organization." He tended to get a little overconfident when he wasn't thinking too clearly.

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Valentine looked at Demyx like perhaps he might be crazy. Or drunk. Crazydrunk. Yes. That would do. Valentine looked at Demyx like perhaps he might be crazydrunk.
"You're an idiot if you think it's so simple," he decided at length. "If a giant column of black squirmy death descended upon you, you figure it would be so easy to be rid of it? You were hiding from mermaids, for the love of..." Something.

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"Hey! HEY! Mermaids are scary." Demyx flailed a little. "I'm not afraid of darkness; not anymore." He shifted, moving to where he could watch Valentine, looking serious. "I used to be terrified of darkness. But after you get consumed by it, you kind of lose that fear. I'm pretty much an embodiment of the darkness, now, so it can't do anything to me anymore." He shrugged.

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Valentine shuddered again and shimmed back further under the bed until he was pretty certain it would take an entire posse of monkeybirds to drag him out again.
"This isn't just darkness," Valentine spat. "It's death and destruction and horrible and it's black. Lots of black. Nasty, nasty black that seeps in and chokes and I need more of that damn bottle." He reached for it. "You can't beat it. It's huge."

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"Well, it's not here," Demyx said bluntly. "Get over it." He handed the bottle over. He was tired of getting bitched at by Valentine, and dammit, he was standing up to it.

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"It's destroying my home and I would like to think that I am rather entitled to be 'not over it' for as long as I please," Valentine said, grabbing the bottle again and scowling. "And if something happens to come along that sees it necessary to flatten something as large as the entire bloody school, then I'm going to damn well exercise my right to be as not over it as I want to be."
He frowned, stared at the bottle, and shoved it back to Demyx without drinking from it. "And nobody is making you stay here if you don't like it."

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"You're being unnecessarily emo," Demyx told him flatly, though he wasn't attempting to move anywhere. "Drink. Feel better."

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"Just take the damn booze and go, then," Valentine scowled. He wasn't emo. He was angry, and he was frightened terrified worried something else.... but he was not emo. Mostly angry, now. "Leave me to be whatever the hell I want to be here under my bed and go, and you won't have to deal with it."

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"No. I'm not leaving." Demyx was rather determined about that. "You need somebody, whether you want to admit it or not. And I'm not going to let you just rail on at me anymore, because that's not going to help." He was feeling stubborn, crossing his arms. "Yes, the big bad darky doom is bad. But what can we do about it? Get upset and live in fear of it and then not actually have any fun with life? Where's the point in that?"

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"It works perfectly fine with me," Valentine said with a deep frown on his lips. "Let it do whatever it wants and it can stay well away from me. There's nothing to do about it but keep away from it. And right now, as stupid as it might be, under my bed seems like a pretty damn good place to be away from it to me. This isn't a constant for me, haven't you noticed? So leave me to my hiding for now. And, like I said, if you don't like it, you know where my door is."

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"....Fine. If you want to be alone? I'll let you be alone." Demyx set the bottle down carefully and squirmed out from under the bed. "...Maybe I'll see you later." He tried not to look as sad as he felt, but it was hard. At least when you could control water you could keep yourself from crying. That was a plus. "...Maybe not. You, unlike me, seem to like being by yourself."

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Valentine stared after Demyx without saying another word, then grunted to himself and wedged himself so thoroughly between the bed and the wall that he'd be quite likely to regret it again when he regained his sobriety.
Niiiice and safe under the bed.