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[Beware world, for Demyx has discovered a CD player in his closet.
And I hope you ninth floor residents (or the poor sod with the drippy ceiling directly below room 009) don't mind your Tuesday tea time interrupted by Demyx's idea of a mid-afternoon soak.
And by 'soak', we mean Bobby Darin blasting out of the speakers at max volume.]
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And I hope you ninth floor residents (or the poor sod with the drippy ceiling directly below room 009) don't mind your Tuesday tea time interrupted by Demyx's idea of a mid-afternoon soak.
And by 'soak', we mean Bobby Darin blasting out of the speakers at max volume.]
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What the ........ who ........ turn that shit off! ..trying to.....
*He groans and shoves a pillow over his head.*
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[Demyx pauses mid-riff, exceptional hearing contrary to every piece of evidence while might suggest he's suffered some permanent hearing loss by now.
Any Organization member will tell you: it's not that he's deaf, the melodious nocturne's just....selective.
He does hear a tiny buzz of interference noise though, and so he pops the music off for a second to peer over his console, still dripping suds.]
Huh? Hello?
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What the fuck are you doing? You can probably hear that in the basement.
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*Muffled groan as he pulls the pillow back over his head.*
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Who the hell listens to that song at 8 million decibels anyway?
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And the better question is, who doesn't?
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*Now that the music isn't blasting he's falling back asleep*
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