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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"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.

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"Not judgmental?" Valentine nearly laughed at that. "I had to be coaxed out from under my bed by someone who listened to my ranting and my terrified rambling. You told me that I was being ridiculous. For being afraid." He frowned. "Tell me again about not being judgmental, would you?"

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"Yeah, and you kept blocking me every time I tried to be helpful!" Demyx's memory of the night wasn't all that great, but he was pretty sure he'd at least tried to help him. "You just wanted to be scared! Didn't want any help at all from me."

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Valentine frowned a little more deeply. "Haven't you ever been afraid before? Damn it, Demyx! Where I come from, the sky eats people! I would like to reserve the right to be irrational and terrified every now and again!"

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"Well, yeah..." Demyx squirmed a little. "Mostly with people, though. Like Larxene. Scary beyond all reason." He shuddered.

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Valentine only had a scowl to offer as he picked up his balls again and attempted a simple juggle.
"There you are, then," he sniffed. "Call me ridiculous all you like. I don't care anymore."

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"Well, here's the thing to think about," Demyx said, inspecting the ball he held. "The crazy dark stuff isn't here, the crazy fucks from the Organization aren't here, and if they ever showed up...there's enough people here that I think we could take care of it. So unless something big happens, there's nothing to be afraid of right now. Deal?" He held the ball out to Valentine.

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"Once can never be too careful," Valentine said, frowning at the ball but pausing long enough in his juggling to hold his hand out to catch it if Demyx decided to toss it to him. "Nobody can take care of the 'crazy dark stuff,' trust me on that. Right now, I'm fine. But I reserve the right to freak out and hide under my bed whenever I wish."

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"Well, as long as you don't mind company every once in a while. Especially if there's ever a scary, crazy blonde woman with fucked up hair and a horrific attitude here." Demyx shuddered, tossing the ball at Valentine and then following it with a flying tackle. Aiming to just push him back onto his bed.

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Valentine looked up skeptically at Demyx from the flat of his back. "There's irony in that hair statement somewhere, I'm almost certain of it, but I can't quite put a finger on it, either."

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"She has cockroach hair. Like antennae." Demyx wrinkled his nose. "So bizarre." He leaned down to kiss him.

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Valentine frowned and looked at the wall of his alcove.
"I'm still mostly angry at you. I think."
Kissing seemed too much like apologising to Valentine at the moment for him to let it happen so simply. "We're talking again. That's a start."

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Demyx stayed next to him, anyway. He reached up to curl one arm around the back of Valentine's neck, playing with his short hair. "Yeah. But we're going to be living really close to each other. Do we have to still fight when we're gonna be so close?" Be careful; Demyx was really good with the puppy eyes.

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Without a mask on, Demyx's puppy eyes were no match for Valentine's human-face-ignorance!
"We don't have to fight," he decided after a moment more of frowning. "But we don't have to hang off of one another, either."

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"I like hanging off people," Demyx protested. "It's comfortable. Don't you like being around other people? It makes you feel like you aren't alone. I hate being alone." He sighed, hugging Valentine tightly and burrowing his face against his chest. "I really, really hate being alone."

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"I'm used to being alone," Valentine confessed as he stared down at the boy who was trying to bore a hole through his body with his -ugh- face. "I don't necessarily enjoy it, no. It's just how things are."

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"It doesn't have to be, though." Demyx was a little muffled, but he still got his point across. "That's why I took the Organization up on their offer. 'Cause I didn't want to be alone anymore. And then when I was there I was always with Axel, and now Axel's gone to. Even if you hate me, can I still at least pretend that it's okay? Please?"