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[inkyprophet]

[6 hasn't left the graveyard since yesterday. it helps that he doesn't eat or sleep. he's somehow gotten a phonograph out there, and it's been quietly playing a song over and over.


6 is sitting on the crank handle as it slowly spins around and around, kicking his feet a little and looking thoughtfully out at the graves that are left.]

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[liquid_cadence]

[It's taken a while, but Demyx has finally found his way out of the castle for the first time and out to the graveyard. He hasn't been here very long, and he's not exactly the best with directions in the first place, so this is quite an accomplishment for him.

He notices 6 sitting on the phonograph and wanders over.]

Hi, there! You like music?

[Remembering then that he can't exactly hear the reply--and noticing that this little creature doesn't really have lips to even try to read--he fishes around in his messenger bag for his whiteboard and markers... and a few scraps of paper just in case.]

[inkyprophet]

[6 looks up, a little surprised and nervous--being a 7-inch-tall automaton approached by a very tall person will do that to you! but he nods at the question after a hesitant moment.]

Y-Yes... I think it's... nice.

[he doesn't realize that the other person can't hear... but he looks curiously at the stuff he's taken out of his messenger bag.]

[liquid_cadence]

[He smiles sheepishly and plops down on the ground after making sure he isn't going to sit on a grave.]

I can't exactly hear, but I saw your phonograph and I was kinda interested. Um, if you want to say something to me... I have this whiteboard! And these markers! Then again, I've already met some people who won't touch markers, so... there's paper too.

[He grins after babbling on, pretty pleased with himself for coming into a conversation prepared for once. It never crosses his mind that he might be intruding.]

[inkyprophet]

[he has... no idea what a whiteboard is. and that marker looks like those things lying around the library... but paper? he gets that!]

Oh... [he'll point to the scraps of paper with a little pen-nib finger.]