Demyx opened his mouth to respond to Aerith, but shut it again when Xigbar spoke first.
He threw a damp bar-cloth at him and tried very hard to ignore both the awkward blush creeping onto his cheeks at the comment, and Xigbar in his entirety. He kept his attention on Aerith.
"What's that?" He asked, his mind shuffling over a number of equally improbable things that she might need his 'help' for.
That didn't help his slowly pinkening face at all.
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Date: 2012-11-05 05:38 pm (UTC)He threw a damp bar-cloth at him and tried very hard to ignore both the awkward blush creeping onto his cheeks at the comment, and Xigbar in his entirety. He kept his attention on Aerith.
"What's that?" He asked, his mind shuffling over a number of equally improbable things that she might need his 'help' for.
That didn't help his slowly pinkening face at all.