Lonely girls

Cyzarine cocked her head to one side. "I can't remember."

"They're fighting pants!" Demyx posed heroically.

Cyzarine giggled. "And you said I was being suggestive."

Demyx beamed, "Fighting pantalons!"

Cyzarine laughed and went to the fridge, taking the ice cream and holding it threateningly. "Don't make me eat this again!"

Demyx paled, "I'll be good!"

Cyzarine giggled. "Was it really that bad?"

Demyx nodded, "Yup."

Cyzarine blinked. "Really?"

Demyx continued nodding, twiddling his knife around his fingers.

Cyzarine frowned, still trying to figure out what was so bad about eating ice cream off her finger.

Demyx shrugged, "It looks like you're doing something do..." He indicated to his groin area.

Cyzarine blushed furiously. "Oh! Oops."

Demyx shrugged, "Its okay."

Cyzarine shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sorry."

Demyx smiled and kissed her nose, "It's fine." He went back to twidling his dagger.

Cyzarine smiled. "Can I make it up to you?"

"Kisses." Demyx threw the dagger up in the air.

Cyzarine squeaked and watched the knife carefully.

Demyx caught the knife expertly then thew it up in the air again.

Cyzarinw watched, eyes wide. "Wow..."

Demyx grinned then moved forwards to catch it, "It's easy after you practise for a bit."

Cyzarine giggled. "Okay." she leant ehr head on his shoulder. "You were saying something about kisses?"

Demyx threw the knife up then dove back to catch it, slitting his hand open as he caught the knife incorectly.

Cyzarine squeaked. "Are you okay?!"