[Now that he's quite finished attempting to be a successful businessman (without really anything at all to show for it but a great deal of confusion), Demyx is outside, bundled up in coat and gloves, trying his best to build a snowman ( Read more... )

[As someone else affected by Tamaki's current loss, things are slightly... off-kilter for Demyx.

So he's shouting over his journal.]

I need a suit! I really, really do! And a briefcase! And stock information!!

I will prove myself!

(OOC: There will be a chance for kissing soon, with less businessman and more musician.)

[Demyx is standing in front of the mirror attached to the dresser in his room, his wardrobe doors thrown wide open and an assortment of the strange new clothes tossed across the bed and the floor. His journal, too, is lying open on the bed, and he's babbling at it.]This is so cool! I don't really understand this Christmas stuff, but if it means I ( Read more... )

( (Private) )

[Demyx has found a piano. Oh yes he has. He's made his way into the Lux--a name which amuses him a lot more than it probably should--in the wee hours of the morning, hoping to be there when no one else is around. He's never really tried to play the piano, even -before- losing his hearing, but he's not one to back down from a challenge... and he ( Read more... )

[The journal flips open as it falls from the hands of the young man carrying it and skids beneath a nearby chair. Scuffling, stumbling noises can be heard, followed by a huffy little sigh as Demyx retrieves the book from where it's landed. He mumbles something at it ( Read more... )

[written, for once!]

You know what really sucks?

Brain freezes.

[...somewhere in the kitchen...]

--ly, it was only the left ones missing. This isn't just a case of misplacing them; something seriously weird is going on here!

Oh, uh. Let's see...

[the sound of cups and such being moved around]

We've got chocolate, milk, pot, mugs, stirri--

Wait, is that, blood?

B-B- [a stutter, AND THEN A GIRLY LITTLE ( Read more... )

( Private; )

[dictated from somewhere within the kitchen]

So, uh, is today some kind of magical cake holiday, or did I just miss something?

Let's see here...

[he flips through the journal a bit while munching on something]

Fro thhs cha--[swallow]--Though this chocolate stuff is pretty good!