Cthulhu B, Saturday afternoon

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Valentine arrived at cabin Cthulhu with a few possessions under his arms.

Very few. To say that Valentines traveled light would be an understatement, at least.

So, rather, Valentine arrived at Cthulhu with a change of pants under his arms - one must never underestimate the power of having spare pants on Fandom - and he found his way to an empty alcove, where he promptly sat on his bed, pulled a trio of balls from his pockets, and started to juggle.

He was always willing to show off to new cabinmates, of course. After all, he is a very important man.

(OOC: Alcove picking always baffles me, as it kind of happens all over the board. So I just kind of handwaved it, and I'll figure out who took what as the summer goes along. If any members of the squidface cabin want to stop in (or really, anyone who wants to, yes?) and say 'hi,' that would be great!)

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Demyx squeaked and pulled the curtain of his own alcove shut.

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Valentine was not beyond noticing the squeaking, and he made a point to continue juggling. With his nose in the air.
If Demyx wanted to be that way, he was not about to be the one to stop him.

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There might have been the sound of loud guitar sitar music coming from Demyx's cubicle-thing.

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... Well, that was loud and obnoxious and totally just like Demyx to do, wasn't it? Jerk.
Valentine found his concentration being broken, and a ball slipped from his hands and rolled across the floor.
Another ball went flying toward Demyx's curtain, where it expoded in a harmless poof of orange.

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Demyx noticed the impact on the curtain, and grinned maliciously. He then started playing something that sounded like the bastard child of an Irish jig and country squaredancing. Loudly.

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Oh, no he is not.
"You be gentle on that jig! It did nothing to hurt you, bully!"
Valentine was perhaps a little disgruntled, now.

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Demyx might've started playing it even louder. Just to piss him off.

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It was actually pretty effective.
"It doesn't even sound any GOOD up loud like that," Valentine said with an indignant scowl. He then proceeded to pick up his juggling balls again and resume juggling. Just to spite Demyx.
That ought to show him.

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Oh yes. It spited - spote? - him. Demyx changed the Irish jig to The Lord of the Dance. With a little Stairway to Heaven thrown in.

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Valentine decided, just to make sure that Demyx was further... spitted? Spitten? Spoted? that he would like the odd new combination of bouncy step-dance music and slow and smooth.
And, to be honest, it was actually easier to juggle to than the spawn of the jig.
So there.

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The music from Demyx's alcove stopped. Then he pulled a corner of the curtain and stuck his tongue out at Valentine.

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That was just playing nasty.
Valentine promptly let all his balls drop, recoiled with a horrified scowl, and covered his eyeholes with his hands.
"EIIIUUUGH!"

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Demyx and his mun cackled at Valentine's balls dropping. "Nyah-nyah. Pansy." he played a riff that sounded like it was laughing at him too.

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Valentine might have thrown a ball at Demyx, were he not busy being thoroughly disgusted at Demyx's face.
"That was just nasty! Eugh!"

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"YOU HAVE ONE TOO." Demyx rolled his eyes, pulling out the mask he usually wore for Valentine and sticking his tongue out at him again.

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Valentine didn't recoil this time. The mask just made it so very much less nasty.
So he stuck his tongue out right back.
"That's entirely different!"

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"IT'S THE SAME DAMN THING!!!" Demyx flailed. "What the hell!? Why does it bother you so much when you can see the rest of a person's face. It's just a face!"

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"Because it isn't a whole face!" Valentine shuddered and cringed again. "It woud be like peeling back someone's skin, to you, I imagine! It's not all there and it just is not right!"

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"IT IS a whole face!" Demyx flailed. "You'd think you'd be more USED to it by now!" He huffed. "I'm no different with this thing or without it." He flailed with the mask in one hand, gesturing at Valentine with it.

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"It isn't for lack of trying to get used to it!" Valentine flailed back. "Can't you bloody well understand? Your faces make no sense to me!"

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"Well....it's not working!" Demyx flailed lamely. He let the mask dissolve back into the air and harrumphed, hugging his sitar to his chest. "...And you were a jerk. You know that, right?"

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"I was staying alive," Valentine stressed, scowling deeply now. "And I'm not going to apologise for that. I was absolutely in the right."
He's stubborn. He's an arse. Dangit.

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"You were being ridiculous." Demyx was stubborn to. But he was slightly less of an arse, because he wasn't a jerk like Valentine. "But you're not under a bed anymore. Improvement."

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"I ran out of Dorito crumbs, that's all," Valentine said, crossing his arms indignantly. "It wasn't ridiculous to me. It isn't ridiculous to me. Some of us are simply jugglers, you know."

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"Yeah, and I'm just a musician." Demyx shrugged. "It's still possible to adjust. And not be so judgemental." He stooped to pick up a ball at his feet, tossing it from hand to hand - and miraculously not dropping it. He wasn't focusing to hard on it, so he wasn't overthinking it.