The doorbell rang. There was a timid knock. Xemnas came bustling back into the living room, his arms full of wrapping paper. He peered over the armful and gasped, dropping it all on the ground at the state of the room. Xemnas frantically threw the wrappings aside and rushed around. Tendrils of nothingness snaked from his fingertips, sanding down the floor, righting the couch, straightening the pictures, and replacing and alphabetizing the papers. Even as he finished there was another timid knock. “Coming, coming!” called Xemnas, recalling the nothingness into his hands and opening the door.
“Merry Christmas!” boomed Xemnas as Vexen stepped over the threshold. He was immediately struck on the head by a picture of Demyx surfing at the beach. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” Xemnas cried as Vexen collapsed. “Xaldin’s putting up the tree, and you know how he gets…” The
Xemnas began gathering up the dropped wrapping paper. As Vexen picked himself up, rubbed his head, and pulled out his shield, the door was thrown open. A man leapt into the room, did a power slide, and started hammering off a guitar solo. The door swung closed. Vexen, mushed flat, slowly slid off the wall. Xemnas cried, “Ahh, Demyx, our Melodious Nocturne! Will you be in charge of entertainment tonight?” “’course I will! You did not pick the wrong guy for this one!” “Very good!” said Xemnas, clapping his hands. “Now, we need only the rest…”
*bow* Xaldin's battles with his greatest foe. Discover the great secret of Xigbar's coat. What dread experiments is Axel conducting in his basement? Learn what Marluxia's idea of good presents are. The answers will shake you to your very core.Especially that last one.
I mean, come on. Look at the dude's hair.
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