Operation: Make Zexion smile Day: 1
Demyx hurried out of his Creative Writing class, not wanting to talk to Axel. He'd actually managed to make it to school today, but had been in a nasty mood the whole time. Plus...he had somewhere to be. He stopped by his locker, gathering whatever books and whatnot he'd need for his homework, before heading over to one of the chemistry classrooms, cautiously opening the door, and peeking in. There were still a few students in there from the last class of the day, who were gathering their things, but none of the club members. He spotted Vexen talking to one terrified looking girl, who sounded like she'd done really bad on some pop quiz or something.
Vexen noticed him, and narrowed his eyes before telling the rest of his students to hurry up, gather their shit, and get out of his hair. They hurriedly complied, and soon Vexen and Demyx were the only ones left in the room.
"You came back." Vexen stated, suspiciously.
Demyx just nodded, and went over to sit down on the couch. He wasn't going to let Vexen intimidate him, he had a plan, and was on a mission.
"The others will be along shortly." Vexen explained, carefully taking the tea cups out of the cupboard. They'd already replaced the broken one. Vexen kept glancing at Demyx out of the corner of his eye, infinitely curious as to why he was there.
"You came alone again. Didn't want to bring any of your <i>friends</i>?" He asked, hoping Demyx would slip up, and reveal something about his plans with Axel. Because, surely this couldn't be a coincidence.
"I thought that went against the point of the club?" He asked. Wasn't this about being antisocial, or something?
"Hmph." Vexen turned away to go put the water on to boil.