Never humour a crazy person

Demyx smiled. "Lova ya more!" He jumped down from the hay loft and landed in his usual cat like manner on the floor.

Cyzarine flew down after him, landing behind him and slipping an arm round his waist as she moved to stand beside him.

Demyx kissed her gently and then paused. "Where's Hatty?"

Cyzarine frowned and reached out with her mind gently. She laughed lightly. "With the bike eating her chip."

Demyx laughed and made his way outisde. "Hatty, you missed all the action!" He called.

Hatty barely glanced up, now having eaten about half the chip. "If it was the kind of action that would scar me for life, I'd rather you didn't mention it."

Demyx chuckled. "No it was the type of action that invloved angels."

Hatty looked up at this, frowning. "Huh? Angels? You don't mean Shades, do you?" she asked.

Demyx shrugged. "If you want to call them that."

Hatty cocked her head to one side in confusion. "I won't ask." she decided. "You're both okay, right?"
Cyzarine nodded and Hatty flew up to settle in Demyx's jacket pocket again.

Demyx climbed onto the motorbike and patted the bit before him so Cyzarine could sit.

Cyzarine did so with a smile, kissing him once more before wrapping her arms round his waist and getting ready to go.

Demyx set off into the night, humming under his breath.