Or California, to be exact. Demyx has been kind of a hermit most days. He goes to the bar when he can, but... it's difficult. He finds himself to be perfectly fine when he's alone, often. If he doesn't have to talk, doesn't have to think, then everything is okay. He sits on the couch or just outside and plays his music, or lets himself drift in the
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Questions after the forms of courtesy!
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"Larxene!" he crossed the room in a few quick steps, but stopped short. No hugs, right. His hands clenched in the air for a moment as he tried to think of what he was supposed to do with them before shoving them in his pockets.
"...It's good to see you."
And as tired and weary as his expression is, it's clearly true.
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"I am surprised you allow visits..." from Nobodies that was.
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He sort of followed Larxene but made sure to give her the proper amount of space. Like an adoring satellite.
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