Literature
Xaldin must be emo.
"Hey, uh, Xaldin?"
Xaldin looked up from the carrots he was chopping. It had been a quiet day in the Castle that Never Was; Axel, Roxas and Demyx had stayed out of everyone's hair, and Marluxia had asked for his help in the kitchen. It had been a quiet day, until Demyx had opened his mouth.
"What?" Dark blue orbs narrowed at the musician.
"Do you... ever, uhm, wash your hair?" he asked timidly. "I mean... the dreadlocks and all... not that you smell or anything!" he said quickly.
Xaldin stood up straight, towering over the Melodious Nocturne. "Do you ever fear for your life before Axel and Roxas put you up to this crap?" he asked, his lip