Hell hath no lungs like Hatty

Demyx grinned. "I know, great aren't I?" He nibbled her shoulder a little.

Cyzarine moaned. "Now you're just being cruel..." she told him.

"Oh I'm hurt, truely I am." Demyx whined, continuing to nibble her shoulder.

Cyzarine moaned again, quieting herself this time. "Just keep going..." she pleaded innocently, arching her neck and back happily.

Demyx nodded and continued nibbling her shoulder, while one of his hands went to graze over her breasts gently.

Cyzarine giggled a little at this, and then paused. "Demyx...I think Hatty went to try and get Mikey here." she stated, "a-and I'm not sure...after what he did..."

"It's fine." Demyx stopped and smiled. "I wouldn't expect you to after...after that." His smile widened and he took her hands in his.

Cyzarine smiled back, glad he understood. "Maybe we should get dressed...I don't want him to come back." she murmured.

Demyx nodded then paused. "Um...I kinda don't have any clean clothes...The ones I had when I got here seem to have disappeared as do the ones I was wearing yesterday." He looked a little confused at the way his clothes seemed to have fanished.

Cyzarine frowned before letting out a small giggle. "They were probably taken to the laundrey room by mistake." she told him. "I'll get dressed and go look for them, okay?"

Smiling in thanks Demyx nodded. "But until then, is there anything I can wear?" He laughed a little. "It's a litle bit chilly."

Cyzarine, who had already started gathering her own clean clothes, paused and bit her lip in thought. "Umm...there's a bathrobe?" she suggested, shrugging her shoulders apologetically. "I don't have anything you could wear, really..." she trailed off as she held up the blue-green bathrobe.
She set it down on a chair and started towards the bathroom. "Feel free to look for something else." she told him. "I'm just gonna change, okay? Sorry."

"No problem." Demyx slipped the bathrobe on. It was a little small, but it would do. "This'l do for now." He yawned a little and sat down on the bed, starting to daydream for no apparent reason.

Cyzarine got dressed quickly and splashed some water on her face, before going back into the bedroom. She smiled as she realised Demyx was daydreaming.
'Wakey-wakey.' she teased, sending a message mentally simply because she could.

Demyx jumped a little and pouted playfully at her. "Bully!"

Cyzarine let out a small giggle. "I'm hurt." she told him, pouting back and making her bottom lip wobble as convincingly as she could.

Demyx stood up and kissed her gently. "I'm sowwi."

Cyzarine giggled again. "You're forgiven." she told him, cutting her 'act' at once. She kissed his cheek gently and started towards the door. "I'll just grab your stuff, unless you want to come?" She gestured to the bathrobe. "It's okay if you'd rather not."

Demyx shruged. "I think I'l stay." He smiled at her lovingly before slumping down onto the bed, not caring when the bathrobe flopped open. Demyx yawned and stretched a little, not realising what had happened to the bathrobe.

Cyzarine blushed and quickly escaped out the door. "Demyx! Bathrobe!" she prompted as she closed the door behind her hastily, face still red.
She started off towards the laundry room at a speedy pace, trying to remember what Demyx had been wearing when she first met him.

Demyx paused at what she had said, then realised and laughed. "My bad." He called, even though Cyzarine was already gone.

Cyzarine frowned as she entered the Laundry Room. Smiling to the avian-woman in charge, who acted like a mother to all despite being kicked out by her actual family, she started over towards a pile of clothes looking similar to Demyx's.

After identifying them as his, she started back towards the room, now with Demyx's clothes and a few of her own in a basket. She hummed softly to herself as she neared the room. The tune was a strange, haunting one, but they were the only ones Cyzarine had ever really liked, until she heard Demyx play, that is.

Demyx sat up as he heard someone humming, it was a beautiful tune, slow and haunting...Yet somewhat mezmorizing..

Cyzarine hummed a little louder as the tune rose. Her mother had sung it, but since she had long since forgotten the words she stuck to humming the tune instead.
As she neared the door she balanced the basket on one hip to grasp the doorknob with her freed hand. She stopped humming as she entered the room, smiling when she saw Demyx.