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So, the first thing you gotta know is, this isn’t Demyx’s fault. It’s actually pretty responsible of him to go check on his buddy.
His buddy is an owl, because this is Sherwood Forest. Demyx is an otter. It’s so cute here.
Except for the part where his buddy got himself kebabbed by a couple of arrows. That’s what happens when you mess with the Merry Men. DEMYX coulda told you that.
His buddy is Zexion, by the way. “Buddy” in the state-appointed kind of way. He’s on the ground, with an arrow sticking out of him.
“Don’t touch it,” he snapped with his owl beak.
“I was only touching it a little,” Demyx said.
The first arrow is all splinters on the ground. The second arrow’s sticking out like a candle on a cake, probably in the guy’s intestines or something.
And then there’s Arrowhead Number One. Or more like, there’s NOT Arrowhead Number One, because there’s only one place it could be and that is Not Outside of Z-Man’s Guts.
Robin’s a really good shot. It’s not Demyx’s fault if Zexion tried anything stupid.
“Oh my god!” Demyx pointed. “Is that MICKEY MOUSE?”
“What?” Zexion looked.
Demyx yanked out the arrow.
Now, for the viewers at home. You don’t yank out an arrow unless you’re a medical professional, because there’s something about bleeding to death. But Nobodies bleed real slow, and Demyx has magic.
You would think that Zexion doesn’t know EITHER of these things, by the way he’s looking at Demyx.
“Hey, first try!” Demyx held up the arrow. “Now for that last bit.”
He reached. Zexion grabbed his wrist, with those owl fingers.
“Don’t... DARE.”
“Well, someone’s gotta do SOMETHING.”
“Not you.”
“Well, I’m the one who’s here,” Demyx shrugged.
“Use Cure.”
“And LEAVE IT IN?”
“Yes.”
“Wow,” Demyx said. “You really don’t trust me, do you?”
Zexion looked like he was done talking, which is always a good thing. Demyx picked up the sitar.
And he did something sneaky.
Instead of playing Cure, he played Sleepza. And Zexion might not have even noticed, cuz he’s not very smart.
Yep, that was a sleeping owl. Demyx zipped open his coat and brushed apart the sticky feathers.
This was gonna be gross.
Two fingers in, felt it right away. A little bit slippery to grab.
The breathing guts around his fingers.
Two fingers and a thumb. He was gonna have to touch STRINGS after this.
It took him a couple of tries. There was a lot of shit in the way, okay?
The arrowhead came out dark with blood. Real iron, probably scavenged. He threw it to the side where Mickey Mouse would have been.
Quick hand-wipe on Zexion’s coat, and Demyx was playing the cure spell. It’s such a nice tune. If only Z-man was awake to appreciate it.
And the injury closed itself, because Demyx is good at what he does, thank you very much.
He zipped the coat back up because nobody wants to see that, and he made his way back to the clearing in the forest.
The jamboree was still on hold. They’d been waiting for him.
“All clear, boys,” Demyx called out to the Merry Men.
Faces popped out from behind bushes and trees.
“Was it anything dangerous?” Friar Tuck stepped out, wringing his paws.
“Nah,” Demyx said. “Rob got ‘im.”
Alan came up and touched Demyx on the shoulder. You know Alan. The cock.
“You really are a brave one to run into danger like that,” he said.
Smiling that rooster smile. Alan’s hot.
“Yeah, I know,” Demyx said. He hoisted up the sitar and played some notes. “Now, where were we? Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly what a day!”
Alan and the rest of them joined back in the music.
“Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a dayyy!”