Demyx tensed visibly. He didn't reach for his sitar but he stood up attention really quickly. He held his hands up in defeat.
"Um, can't we just play nice?" Demyx said. "Why are you here Zexion?"
Demyx then reached for his sitar, ready for anything at this point. His memories were still hazy. He remembered faces and names. Not the stories behind. But he picked up the hostility that was in the room and quickly went to defend himself for anything. Because he had a secret up his sleeve that he didn't think anyone new about in the Organization, he intended to keep it to himself, but that wasn't case when he needed to be stronger to defend himself. He liked being a joke and the butt-end of the conversations for a reason.
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Date: 2009-07-11 08:58 pm (UTC)"Um, can't we just play nice?" Demyx said. "Why are you here Zexion?"
Demyx then reached for his sitar, ready for anything at this point. His memories were still hazy. He remembered faces and names. Not the stories behind. But he picked up the hostility that was in the room and quickly went to defend himself for anything. Because he had a secret up his sleeve that he didn't think anyone new about in the Organization, he intended to keep it to himself, but that wasn't case when he needed to be stronger to defend himself. He liked being a joke and the butt-end of the conversations for a reason.