Room 517, Monday Evening
It was probably a good thing Demyx hadn't had classes today. He hadn't been directly affected by the personality-warping weekend, but the indirect effects were more than enough.
He wasn't moping, actually. Surprisingly, maybe. He was actually mellowed down quite a lot, even if the night before and the beginning of this day had been spent in a rage he hadn't even known he'd had in him. The room was a mess of shredded paper, with one half of his sitar lying in a corner of the room, the other half nowhere to be seen - but a number of long, blue splinters lay interspersed with the pieces of paper.
At the moment, he wasn't bothering to clean up. Actually, it was almost satisfying to see the room in such a state. Feeling almost proud of himself and a little bit defiant, Demyx propped the door to his room open and settled down in a clean spot on the floor to read one of his textbooks. Studying!
He wasn't moping, actually. Surprisingly, maybe. He was actually mellowed down quite a lot, even if the night before and the beginning of this day had been spent in a rage he hadn't even known he'd had in him. The room was a mess of shredded paper, with one half of his sitar lying in a corner of the room, the other half nowhere to be seen - but a number of long, blue splinters lay interspersed with the pieces of paper.
At the moment, he wasn't bothering to clean up. Actually, it was almost satisfying to see the room in such a state. Feeling almost proud of himself and a little bit defiant, Demyx propped the door to his room open and settled down in a clean spot on the floor to read one of his textbooks. Studying!