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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"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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"I rather assumed you would have had the intelligence to keep your enhearted self well clear of what you once were." hence the goodbye. "Is that not what garnering a heart is about after all? Starting a new life where the shadows cannot take you again?"
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Or at the Bar as far as she knew.
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"...to give you a chance free of assumptions." she shrugged. "And yes, I believe that is the path of the mage's research. I believe it is still mostly theory, but the Superiors find it viable."
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"And you know I cannot judge 'likeable'. Pose that question to the Princess."
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As for his question though "I am here." she pointed out. "After a single note, I am here."
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It was only Lissar and Larxene here right now, so he just... hugged himself, wrapping his arms around himself rightly. He didn't look up much. "I'm glad you're here."
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