"Demx." [He sort of mashes the foreign sound together into one syllable but the effort is there. Give him time and he'll get the hang of it!]
"Mono." [The boy explains in turn, counting to one on his hand as he does so. Even if the meaning is lost on the Sitar-player, though, he need only glance over to see Mono's own name perfectly visible on their ticket.
Maybe this won't be so bad. After all of the scrambling about and new faces, it feels rather comforting to know there is somewhere calm and quiet he might be welcome to retreat to. If all the people who are assigned to this room are like Demyx, maybe Mono wouldn't mind greeting a few more.
Here's to more roomie antics to come \o/
"Mono." [The boy explains in turn, counting to one on his hand as he does so. Even if the meaning is lost on the Sitar-player, though, he need only glance over to see Mono's own name perfectly visible on their ticket.
Maybe this won't be so bad. After all of the scrambling about and new faces, it feels rather comforting to know there is somewhere calm and quiet he might be welcome to retreat to. If all the people who are assigned to this room are like Demyx, maybe Mono wouldn't mind greeting a few more.
It's good to meet you roomie.]