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[His response starts with a laugh.]

"Ahaha, did she now? I'm glad you two are talking; she must be a very good talker to get you to do something I'd have thought so contrary.

Well, far be it from me to refuse something so beneficent. Sure, I'll spar. What's your discipline? Swordsmanship, or...?"

[Is that an invitation to complain about his roommate? It sure sounds like it.]

Of course we're talking, she made me go home with her. [He grumbles.] She told me to move my lazy ass because I'm getting fat. I'll have you know I am not getting fat.

[He mutters a little.] But maybe out of shape...[And that's bad.]

Discipline? [He blinks at the question.] We pretty much fight until someone can't anymore. [He fights dirty Ted. With his sitar. And magic.]

Did she? [second verse, far more surprised than the first. They're already living together!?] Goodness, that girl is aggressive. To make up for the other half's indolence, no doubt. [Just pretend you didn't hear that inner monologue]

Goodness, what, ah, gave her that idea? Must have been a...desperate situation.

Aheh, well those robes do make your figure hard to figure. So you, um, keep going till one party's no longer conscious?

I was eating her chocolate spread with a spoon. [He huffs, sounding defensive.] What? It's good!

[He pouts because that doesn't mean he's fat.]

Well I mean, yeah you could but sometimes you get hurt without passing out and still can't fight. Depends on who's fighting, really and what they're facing. I can't do a whole lot against Vexen and Ax can't do that much against me. Sometimes people have an advantage.

[That is just how elements work.]

I'm not the type to keep attacking someone on the ground or anything. That's Saix's thing. It's pretty nasty to take the Claymore to the back of your neck. [He rubs it in memory.]

[He huffs a laugh in mock apology]

Hah, oh I believe you!

I've...heard none of those names, except for Saix. It sounds like you can take an awful lot of punishment, beaten as you are with keyblades and claymores. Does your skin turn blades like a dragon's scales or something?

[It would explain why Arelen might be attracted to someone she could endlessly beat on.]

Oh Vexen is a science guy, and Ax was Lea's Nobody, if you've met him.

[He blinks.] No, not at all, I've just been fighting since I joined.

Question... how old are you?

[He looks surprised, it's kind of random.]

Hmm. Twenty-one, I think. Why?

~~[Demyx you liar you're weak to fire]~~

That's interesting. From what I recall, your instrument doubles as a weapon supplemented by aquatic sorcery. That finds no purchase in certain adversaries?

[Don't mind him, it's not like he's trying to eke out some advantage before things even start, why would you think that?]

Still, sounds like you're made of iron. Suppose I won't have to go easy on you, aheh. Regardless, let's not go too far, eh? Breaking you would make you go from out of shape to entirely misshapen; very perverse. Did you have an arena in mind?

[Not going to openly give his weaknesses, Ted.]

That's right, it does. [He grins a little bit.] Well not many, probably.

[He shrugs a little because he's not made of iron, and he's not sure why Ted would think so. In fact, people usually think him much softer.]

You don't have to go easy on me. [He grins, looking innocent.]

Already assured in your victory, huh. [Don't mind him, he's amused.]

This space is pretty wide here!

[He pans the camera around.]

[The background is a kitchen where she's waiting on an order.]

I'm glad you're finally exercising, you lazy fatass! [And a cocky grin.] You owe me more chocolate hazelnut spread.

[click]

[She can watch it later.]

I'm not the one that finished it, that means you have to get it!

[Fine, be that way.]

Heh, naturally. Doesn't do much good to brood over a coming defeat, eh? That's one of the first things they teach you in swordsmanship. Goodness knows what you learn in sitarmanship.

[He looks at the open, almost certainly people-free area Demyx shows.]

Oh, good thinking! If you'd be so kind as to ping where "here" is, I'll be right over.

...oh, not that I'd, you know, put a blade to you for a spar, mind. Unless you'd rather?

[He honestly has no idea if that's too little or too much for someone with an instrument for a weapon.]

[He laughs.]

You learn as you go.

[He sends the coordinates, wherever he happens to be at the moment with an open space. He's smart enough to know that a bunch of people around is probably a bad thing.]

Bring whatever you want, I don't mind.

Haha. A grocery receipt could comfortably hold the things you *do* mind, no doubt. Well, best prepare yourself. Not that it will do you any good!

[With a farewell taunt, he closes the feed and sets off towards the agreed upon, open field. He considered, first, how far to take it. Demyx sounded tougher than your average foe, so he resolved to use the two-star uniform, with all the ridiculous prowess it provided. He could remove it later if it proved unfair. Then there was the question of whether to win at all. He's sure Larxene would disapprove if the water wizard lost; women like men they can count on for protection, after all. He'd hate to suffer a romantic setback simply because he wanted to win a spar, of all things.

No, the safest option is to lose. It's just a matter of whether he'll have to put any effort into it. Genessia has taught him there's quite a bit more to most than meets the eye.

What will meet Demyx's eyes is the usual: a colorfully dressed man with a longsword on his hip. Just in case.]

Hello, Demyx! Goodness, what an awful address. It won't hold long, if I've my way. Ready for your drubbing?

If drubbing means kicking your ass, then yeah. [He laughs softly and summons his sitar, since Ted brought his weapon. There was a better chance he'd do better with his magic and weapon in his hands, he wasn't much of a hand to hand fighter, truth be told. His strength was magic.]

I'm not going to hold back.

You know, there are other ways to exercising if you are than sparing with people.

Yeah? What do you do?

[Admittedly, they were training focused in the Organization.]

I tend to my plants so I do plenty of heavy lifting.

[Would that count?]

[He produces a grin and bursts with a laugh]

Ha! It doesn't!

[That dies down as he sees the water dome Demyx produces from his hand. The look he makes can best be described as "ooooh, pweddy." Even if he has his reservations about sorcery of any sort, he can't deny the aesthetic appeal. But there's no time to be awestruck; He's going to beat him into shape if it's the last thing he does. The last thing Demyx says gives him pause.]

"...Huh."

[Not that Ted minds fighting ardor, but given who he's dealing with, he has to wonder: why is Demyx seemingly so revved up? Ted thought he disliked putting his all into everything but music, especially fighting. He rather expected mumbling, groaning, and a heavy heart. Well, if he had one. Could this enthusiasm be a ruse?]

[No harm in pretending! Ted points accusingly, still playful.]

"...You duplicitous doppleganger! I should've known something was fishy the moment you betrayed your bellicosity. Who are you and what have you done with the real Demyx?"

[He held his sword by the blade, as though it were a hammer. He didn't intend to cut the man, after all.]

"I'll beat the answers out of you if I have to!" [That's his way of saying "en garde"]

[Does he not have to try? That'd be incredibly strange way of training. He's merely training like he usually does when he has to. Ted's words make him blink.]

...Huh?

[What's with the big words Ted? Unfair to tease one's opponent with words he doesn't understand.]

Well then...

[Why is he holding his sword backwards? Very strange, and it's making him hesitate. He strums on the sitar and summons a water clone to send after him, intending to make it strike him. It's not as strong as him striking him, but it's not going to be nothing if the strike lands.]

Oh plants, plants aren't my thing.

[He smiles, sure it would count!]

Did you find someone yet?

[ Weiss has a lot of time on her hands lately. She'd be happy to try against someone new to her. ]

Yeah, Ted, but I wouldn't mind another partner. Besides, if I spar more now and exercise more now, I can get away with doing nothing for longer!

[Welcome to the wisdom of a slacker.]

[Sorry, Demyx that's actually how he talks, alliteration and all. If you practice, you might be able to endure more than ten minutes without reaching for the noose.

Well, if this is the real Demyx, it seems to be a rare side of him. Almost menacing, really. Still, that water clone isn't doing the "not a doppleganger" theory any favors. It captures Ted's rapt attention. With a gleam in his eye, he goes into a batting stance, then takes a swing with the sword, still holding it the wrong way. Just to see how it reacts.]

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