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Training? What training?
Feb. 24th, 2016 08:10 pm The mission, if one could call it that, assigned to him that morning was sparring. Demyx had stifled a groan and was walking to their training arena as slow as humanly possible. He really, really did not want to do this. He was tired, the day before his mission had been long and boring and what he really wanted was rest.
It was a shame they didn't get vacation often enough.
Demyx didn't even see who he was going to be fighting against, he just entered the room, dragging his feet and closed the door behind him. Of course he wasn't the first one there and the red hair was what he noticed most of all. Oh shit.
Axel was the worst one to fight, they were opposites in magic and he was vulnerable to his fire. Axel himself however, was a pretty cool guy so he held up his hands. "Wait, wait!" He didn't want him to attack before he could do anything about it.
"Look, uh, I really don't feel like doing this. Let's do something else instead?"
It was a shame they didn't get vacation often enough.
Demyx didn't even see who he was going to be fighting against, he just entered the room, dragging his feet and closed the door behind him. Of course he wasn't the first one there and the red hair was what he noticed most of all. Oh shit.
Axel was the worst one to fight, they were opposites in magic and he was vulnerable to his fire. Axel himself however, was a pretty cool guy so he held up his hands. "Wait, wait!" He didn't want him to attack before he could do anything about it.
"Look, uh, I really don't feel like doing this. Let's do something else instead?"
