Room 517, Sunday Night
Demyx was happy. This had been an awesome weekend and school was over! It couldn't get much better than that.
He was laying half off his bed, with his head and shoulders on the floor and his legs on the bed, and throwing an orange ball in the air and catching it. He wasn't sure where the ball had come from, but he'd found it under the bed today, along with a pile of glitter that had made him sneeze.
The door was open, and he was singing loudly as he threw the ball in the air. The song might have had about something in it about a monkey-pony monster.
He was laying half off his bed, with his head and shoulders on the floor and his legs on the bed, and throwing an orange ball in the air and catching it. He wasn't sure where the ball had come from, but he'd found it under the bed today, along with a pile of glitter that had made him sneeze.
The door was open, and he was singing loudly as he threw the ball in the air. The song might have had about something in it about a monkey-pony monster.