"We enslave the djinni before anyone else can, but yeah. Close enough." Axel corrected halfheartedly, resisting the urge to sigh. Panting already, huh? What a picnic this was going to be..... He really hoped he didn't have to carry Demyx back after he collapsed of heat stroke or something. He knew Demyx wasn't stupid, knew he couldn't possibly be as helpless and hapless as he acted, or he'd never survive any solo mission he went on that turned pear-shaped--there had to have been at least one. Everyone had at least one disaster, it was just part of the job. But that kind of ambiguity still made it hard to tell just how much he could trust to Demyx's capabilities and lackluster work ethic. Framing it in terms of their own survival, if nothing else, seemed like one of the few things he could do to up the odds of getting a decent performance out of the guy.
Still, all this whining made it sound like he barely even knew how to take care of himself. Axel quirked an eyebrow at him, distracted for a moment from his briefing to at least ask what seemed like it should be the obvious question. Hadn't Demyx ever dealt with heat before as a Somebody? "Sorry, no fans, but we are going underground for this one--so at least you'll be out of the sun. You are the water guy, aren't you? Don't you at least have a handkerchief you can soak to cool off with?"
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Date: 2015-08-23 06:08 am (UTC)Still, all this whining made it sound like he barely even knew how to take care of himself. Axel quirked an eyebrow at him, distracted for a moment from his briefing to at least ask what seemed like it should be the obvious question. Hadn't Demyx ever dealt with heat before as a Somebody? "Sorry, no fans, but we are going underground for this one--so at least you'll be out of the sun. You are the water guy, aren't you? Don't you at least have a handkerchief you can soak to cool off with?"