Demyx would avoid this part if he could. He didn’t know what it was about the whole experience that left him feeling tired and mildly frustrated. It was not really visible to anyone, he was just smiling. Because of his misfortune with the random outfits, so far, he was still mostly wearing his uniform. He had on an orange polo and black cargo pants. What he had added, was his black Organization coat, which was completely unzipped and only worn overtop as a favour to Vexen.
He wasn’t really looking like the welcoming type so much as he was lurking on the edge of people. He couldn’t help it, he was used to blending in the background.
II. Shopping
He had tried, yet again to get an outfit he would like from the random selection. Sure, he could order his own clothes but he didn’t know what he wanted. He wanted...not what he was getting.
Demyx would find the bag easily enough and let out a whoop. “Yes! Cool!”
He was also, again, looking for a pair of books wrapped in paper with his name on them. No, he hadn’t become a reader, they were thin, yet more sheet music. He was taking the opportunity to devour as much of that as he could.
III. Music Room
It was always going to end this way, wasn’t it?
Demyx was still going to the music room every day and spending an unhealthy amount of time in there. Maybe, just maybe, it was time for someone to drag him out of it.
Otherwise, he’d be sitting there with his sitar on his lap, tuning up to play a song.
IV. Wildcard
((OOC: Need something else from Demyx? Just have another idea? Please feel free to help yourself, or if you have any questions you can hit me up at Ammeschan, Discord: Ammeschan#5385 or feel free to PM this account.))
Demyx | OTA
Demyx would avoid this part if he could. He didn’t know what it was about the whole experience that left him feeling tired and mildly frustrated. It was not really visible to anyone, he was just smiling. Because of his misfortune with the random outfits, so far, he was still mostly wearing his uniform. He had on an orange polo and black cargo pants. What he had added, was his black Organization coat, which was completely unzipped and only worn overtop as a favour to Vexen.
He wasn’t really looking like the welcoming type so much as he was lurking on the edge of people. He couldn’t help it, he was used to blending in the background.
II. Shopping
He had tried, yet again to get an outfit he would like from the random selection. Sure, he could order his own clothes but he didn’t know what he wanted. He wanted...not what he was getting.
Demyx would find the bag easily enough and let out a whoop. “Yes! Cool!”
He was also, again, looking for a pair of books wrapped in paper with his name on them. No, he hadn’t become a reader, they were thin, yet more sheet music. He was taking the opportunity to devour as much of that as he could.
III. Music Room
It was always going to end this way, wasn’t it?
Demyx was still going to the music room every day and spending an unhealthy amount of time in there. Maybe, just maybe, it was time for someone to drag him out of it.
Otherwise, he’d be sitting there with his sitar on his lap, tuning up to play a song.
IV. Wildcard
((OOC: Need something else from Demyx? Just have another idea? Please feel free to help yourself, or if you have any questions you can hit me up at