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[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

Oooou, I can't seem to get this chord right today. [pouts, Demyx is sitting on a random wall in the Dark City and then looks up]

...I don't remember that shop. [shrugs and turns back to his sitar and strums a while longer, starting to sing a little...then looks annoyed as it starts to rain again]

You know what? The next time Xigbar complains my singing is annoying him; I'm just gonna shoot him with a water jet. [picks himself up and opens a dark portal, stepping through it and reappearing in his own quarters, drops down in a chair and strums again and sings along with a random haiku]

I want what I want.
What you want does not matter.
Just do as I say.

Hmm...not quite right.

Comments

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[See this? HE IS GIVING YOU THIS LOOK NOW. IT IS HIS 'STFU BEFORE I CHOKE A BITCH' LOOK :|]

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

[looks up]

Ah ~ hello. [strums a chord for added effect]

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[A sigh; facepalms] ...IX.

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

Yes, you know my number. Congratulations.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Very clearly. [Annoyed look at the noisy sitar] Don't you have something more important to do?

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

I could come liven up your boring little lab?

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Quite unnecessary.

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

You suuuu~re?

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Very.

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

I'll be right down then.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Certainly not.

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

[darkness portal, yay]

Hello, boring lab people.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[Combination of a twitch and a flinch, sound of breaking glass as one of the delicate test tubes he was working with shatters]

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

[and hes sings]

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~ this is a song about a boring sod
Thought he was clever, but he was a bit of a clod
Broke his own materials in a futile rage~
Trying to keep my songs locked in a cage
What he needs is to have a little fun
As well as a week's vacation in the sun~
Get out of the basement, Vexen dear
or you'll get what you don't wanna hear
Vexen, Vexen, oh our nuuuuuu~mber four
Is really just a bit of a bore!

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[And this time the sound of breaking glass is directly caused by Vexen slamming his fist down on the lab table] Shut up!

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

 

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

So pretty.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

Pardon?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[pops up] Ne, what are you doing?

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

[blows kiss]

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

Singing ~

[looks at you impassively] Who might you be?

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

... [Poofs out]

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

I'm Fumie. Your singing was pretty nice! We have a lot of singers around here.

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

Fumie. Nice.

[strums idly] We do? I shall have to look into that.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

What's your name?

Mhm! They dance, too. Well, they skate around.

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

Demyx. IX. Either or.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Oh! Demyx sounds nicer.

[bardic-song.livejournal.com]

Call me that, then.