Re:Organization

Demyx heard a soft sound from the bed when he pushed his door open and he paused, tensing, and peeked inside. His eyes widened when he saw it was Kaito, curled up in a tiny ball at the head of his bed, small and miserable. Demyx's eyes narrowed, and he took a step inside, his brow furrowing in worry.

"Kaito?" he said, his voice soft and hesitant. "Hey." He didn't turn the lights on as he walked across the room to the bed, not quite daring to touch him. "What's wrong?"

At the first flat knock on the door, Xigbar glanced up form his book curiously. By the time the second knock came, he had tossed his book on the bed, and had managed to make it across the room, opening the door before the third knock could land. Arching a brow at Demyx, he leaned against the door post, relaxed and unconcerned. Demyx looked angry, but that wasn't exactly a rare occurrence. Though he didn't usually come out with it, Xigbar knew he didn't care for most of the other members of the organization and somehow Xigbar had become the go-to-guy when Demyx felt like complaining. Probably cause he didn't snitch. "You look pissed, dude. Larxene giving you trouble again?"