Zexion stared at the sight in front of him. He'd walked into his room to find Demyx sitting on his floor, tangled up in ribbons and wrapping paper. He raised an eyebrow in slight amusement as Demyx tried in vain to escape.
"Zexy, I'm stuuuck~! Help me please?" Demyx asked, looking up at him pitifully.
Zexion smirked. "Now why would I want to do that?"
"Because you're my friend?" Demyx answered, a slight whine to his voice.
"First, I'd like to hear an explanation for your current predicament," Zexion replied.
"Well...see, I wanted to give you a present, but I didn't know what to get you. You're really difficult, you know? So then I finally came up with something and I was trying to wrap it, but you see what happened," Demyx explained.
"Then why are you in my room?"
"Uh..." Demyx trailed off, looking around. He grabbed a bow from a nearby box and stuck it on his head, grinning. "Merry Christmas!"
Zexion shook his head, laughing despite himself. "You're giving yourself as a present?"
"Yep! One Demyx, to do whatever you'd like to!"
"Whatever I'd like, you say?"