[ If Demyx's eyes could manage to go wider -- or, hell, even if they couldn't -- they do, upon staring up at that ferocious, fang-toothed smile as though it's the last thing he'll ever see.
Wet himself? Nah. But cry? Honestly? He might. Yet, he manages to wave a shaky hand with all the vigor of someone narrowly escaping with their life. How appropriate. ]
I-I-I won't! I promise!
[ And then he turns away, and Xehanort has to add THAT. Good grief, man! Way to have the timid, terrified blond Nobody scuttling even further away as soon as those eyes are off of him. But if he gets up and runs, will Zangetsu chase him down anyhow? Can he draw a borderline that can keep this shinki out, if so?
There's really only one way to find out. So, if their conversation is going to continue, he might make a break for it... ]
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Wet himself? Nah. But cry? Honestly? He might. Yet, he manages to wave a shaky hand with all the vigor of someone narrowly escaping with their life. How appropriate. ]
I-I-I won't! I promise!
[ And then he turns away, and Xehanort has to add THAT. Good grief, man! Way to have the timid, terrified blond Nobody scuttling even further away as soon as those eyes are off of him. But if he gets up and runs, will Zangetsu chase him down anyhow? Can he draw a borderline that can keep this shinki out, if so?
There's really only one way to find out. So, if their conversation is going to continue, he might make a break for it... ]