Never humour a crazy person

Demyx nodded. "You want some of my chipn Hatty?" He offered the fairy in his pocket.

Hatty grinned. "If you're offering!" she replied cheerily. "Mind if I come in with you? I promise I'll be good!"

Demyx nodded. "Sure." He walked into the takeout and ordered. It would be a few moments before it was ready, so he leaned against the window, trying not to notice the stares he was recieving. His scars must be more noticable than he thought.

Cyzarine waited patiently, looking over the motorbike in wonder. She glanced round warily, before remembering Garland was gone and relaxing again. It all seemed too good to be true, although she certainly wasn't going to question it!

Demyx walked out of the takeout, chips in his hand and a bottle of water in the crook of his arm. He handed it to Cyzarine before continuing to eat his chips.

Cyzarine took the water, giving Demyx a small smile in thanks. She watched as Hatty started eating one of Demyx's chips, used to the strange sight of watching the fairy eat something more than half her size. She giggled quietly nonetheless, still very happy Demyx hadn't been too badly hurt.

Demyx had never seen Hatty eat before, and laughed. "No offence Hatty, but that looks awfully funny!" He paused as the fairy glared at him. "I said no offence!"

Hatty sniffed indignantly. "Well, you'd look funny too if you were only twice as tall as your food!" she shot back, smirking cheekily at him. "Besides, they're one of the more size-friendly foods." she added jokingly.
Cyzarine smiled widely, taking a gulp of her water. "I'm glad your both okay." she murmured.

Demyx looked at her softly and smiled suddenly. "I love you." He paused and then looked back at her. "Marry me?"

Cyzarine blinked, her smile disappearing in surprise. She then beamed and hugged him tightly. "Of course!"
Hatty stayed silent and tried not to cry, not wanting to spoil the moment for them.

Demyx hugged her back and then pulled away. "Hold on a sec." He began rummeging through his guitar case. "I know it's in here..."
Suddenly he removed a small box from his guitar case (it was more packed than usual nowadays) "Here it is! Now, I suppose I should do this properly..." He opened the box, revealing a beautiful ring with a soft blue stone in it. "Cyzarine, will you marry me?"

Cyzarine's smile widened even though she didn't think it could. "Do I have to say 'yes' again?" she giggled, moving her gaze from the ring to the man she loved. She kissed him gently, much calmer than she felt inside. She pulled back and smiled again. "Yes." she whispered.

Demyx smiled and slipped the ring on the finger he thought it was supposed to go on, he wasn't sure if he was right, but still. "Do we have you're approval Hatty?" He asked the fairy.

Hatty grinned. "If I say yes am I also in danger of being hugged?" she teased. "Because if my chip gets smushed I'm stealing another, mister." She paused. "And missus." she added.

Demyx smiled. "You're chip is safe. But I'm assuming we have you're approval then." He laughed, happier than he had been in a long time.

Hatty's grin widened. "The chip is safe, so yes!" she laughed. Cyzarine giggled happily and hugged Demyx, her arms round his waist and her head on his chest.

Demyx beamed and hugged Cyzarine a little closer. "How bout we go home." He offered. "O fiance' of fine." Fiance', he loved saying that!

Cyzarine giggled again and nodded. "Let's." she agreed. "I'm getting hungry myself." Hatty settled herself in Demyx's pocket - with the chip - again, grinning up at him.

Demyx smiled down at the fairy before sitting on the bike and leting Cyzarine get comfy. Once he was sure she was safe (or as safe as one can be on a motorbike) he drove off into the night.

Cyzarine smiled and let her mind wander, hardly able to believe that someone loved her enough to marry her. She was going to have a husband! And a baby! She hugged Demyx a little tighter,out of happiness and the fact that she was too happy to fall off at the minute.
"I love you." she told him, not really sure if he'd hear over the wind and the engine.

Demyx swerved roughly, doging a car and driving down a side street. He stopped outside a small abandond wearhouse and slipped off the bike. He turned and held a hand out to Cyzarine. "I want to show you something."

Cyzarine's eyes widened and she clung onto Demyx even harder as he swerved. She took a few moments to catch her breath and realised what had happened before returning his smile slightly shakily and taking his hand. "What is it?" she asked, still a little breathless.

Demyx opened the door and stepped inside, flipping on a light switch. "This is were I lived when I first moved to Chicago with Saz and everyone else." He indicated to the room before.

Cyzarine looked round, smiling softly. "It must have been fun, travelling with them like that." she stated softly, mostly to herself. "Like a family."

Demyx nodded. "It was." He walked forwards into the pile of cushions and blankets. After a moment he crouched down and pulled out a box from beneath a blue cushion. He patted the cushion next to him, indicating for her to sit.