Demyx was more than happy to just walk along with the caravan, though he did kind of wonder what would happen to them after this- it wasn't like they'd gotten whisked off with any money or anything. He didn't even have his lute anymore, which made him really sad. But it would all work out ok in the end. Probably. For now, he just walked at a steady pass, humming and occasionally walking a little faster or slower so he could talk to someone.
She'd rather have been running. There was more in running. This, while she could appreciate it, was hot, and taking forever, and really she just wanted to go back to the oasis and jump in the water and never come out.
At least there were people to talk to while they walked. That helped a lot.
"That's a nice song," Leslie commented, eventually falling into step next to Demyx. "Where'd you hear it?"
"Thanks!" Demyx smiled down at the girl. "I don't remember. Can't remember the words either right now, which isn't fun, but I'll remember them eventually. Hopefully."
He was getting sick of walking though. "I wonder when we'll get... wherever we're going. It's been a while."
"It'll be one of those four-in-the-morning realizations," she laughed. "The kind where you wake up suddenly and get an idea or remember something, and then you're up the rest of the night."
Leslie glanced down at her shoes, covered in sand and in need of a good scrubbing. She gave Demyx a shrug. "Who knows around here." If only they had something to do. "Know any good travel games?"
"Oh yea, I know what you mean." Demyx grinned. That happened to him more than once, because there were a lot of times he couldn't think of the word he wanted.
As for games... well, there was always twenty questions. "Um. Well, not that many. What can we play while walking?"
"Dad does it a lot. We'll all be sleeping, and suddenly he'll shout because he thought of something for a book, and wake Mom and I up, and the rest of the night is spent down in the kitchen while he jots everything down. Mom and I make smoothies sometimes." It was kind of sad, that she wouldn't be able to live that anymore. Not if she was here. Not if she was dead.
"Well, there's always 'I Spy,' but..." Yeah, nothing but sand. No street signs for the ABC Game. "Good question."
"Your dad's a writer?" Demyx asked, smiling, "That sounds cool. And smoothies are always good." Writer kind of reminded him of Zexion, though he was a more reader type and there was apparently a difference.
Oh, he hadn't thought about that one. He considered some others before saying, "Well, there's always twenty questions. Or there was one where you can only talk in questions."
Leslie nodded. "Both of my parents are. We move around a lot because of it, but it means I get to see a lot more than other kids my age. And we're all really close, which is good, too." Were really close...
"Either might work. The second one's more of an improv game, isn't it?" It sounded like something they might play in a drama class, anyways.
"Oh. Well, being close to family is good." He remembered family. It was a nice feeling to be close to them. It was good that she had that, even if she didn't see many people her age.
"Um. Maybe?" Demyx wasn't sure what she meant by improv, except 'making stuff up as you' which he could either be really good or really bad at, depending on the situation. "Which one sounds more fun?"
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She'd rather have been running. There was more in running. This, while she could appreciate it, was hot, and taking forever, and really she just wanted to go back to the oasis and jump in the water and never come out.
At least there were people to talk to while they walked. That helped a lot.
"That's a nice song," Leslie commented, eventually falling into step next to Demyx. "Where'd you hear it?"
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He was getting sick of walking though. "I wonder when we'll get... wherever we're going. It's been a while."
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Leslie glanced down at her shoes, covered in sand and in need of a good scrubbing. She gave Demyx a shrug. "Who knows around here." If only they had something to do. "Know any good travel games?"
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As for games... well, there was always twenty questions. "Um. Well, not that many. What can we play while walking?"
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"Well, there's always 'I Spy,' but..." Yeah, nothing but sand. No street signs for the ABC Game. "Good question."
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Oh, he hadn't thought about that one. He considered some others before saying, "Well, there's always twenty questions. Or there was one where you can only talk in questions."
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"Either might work. The second one's more of an improv game, isn't it?" It sounded like something they might play in a drama class, anyways.
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"Um. Maybe?" Demyx wasn't sure what she meant by improv, except 'making stuff up as you' which he could either be really good or really bad at, depending on the situation. "Which one sounds more fun?"
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