Wednesday Morning - Room 505, Fifth floor common room
Demyx had just crashed in Pip's room after the jam session last night. He hadn't wanted to go "bond" with his bizarre roommate, and so he just followed the more experienced student like a lost puppy. Apparently Pip hadn't minded, seeing as Demyx woke up in one piece and still in the same room.
Waking up and looking around, Demyx felt a sudden need for music paper. He didn't want to go rooting through his impromptu roommate's things, so instead he got up and padded quietly out to the common room. He sat himself down cross-legged on a couch and summoned his sitar, laying it across his knees and quickly sketching some music paper in the air. It formed as he directed, little lines and music notes of water forming where he wanted them. A good way to start the day.
((ooc: Feel free to stare or poke at him :D And...reposted to the correct place. N00balicious!))
Waking up and looking around, Demyx felt a sudden need for music paper. He didn't want to go rooting through his impromptu roommate's things, so instead he got up and padded quietly out to the common room. He sat himself down cross-legged on a couch and summoned his sitar, laying it across his knees and quickly sketching some music paper in the air. It formed as he directed, little lines and music notes of water forming where he wanted them. A good way to start the day.
((ooc: Feel free to stare or poke at him :D And...reposted to the correct place. N00balicious!))