Room 517, Saturday Afternoon
Demyx had no idea there was anything out of the ordinary going on today. He'd been blessedly skipped by the Fandom wacky because otherwise he would have been the King of Emo, and, well, no, and was just chilling in his room.
At the moment, it was a very good day. He had music paper, his sitar, and inspiration. All he was lacking was Dancers, but that wasn't unusual.
(open! Demyx is normal, because I couldn't bring myself to try turning him into Kamui from X. I'm not that cruel. Really.)
At the moment, it was a very good day. He had music paper, his sitar, and inspiration. All he was lacking was Dancers, but that wasn't unusual.
(open! Demyx is normal, because I couldn't bring myself to try turning him into Kamui from X. I'm not that cruel. Really.)