Demyx found himself on a platform. That was weird, considering he hadn't been planning on going anywhere, exactly. Sure, he could, but he hadn't been planning on it.
He lingered in the back and someone with sharp eyes might see a bit of darkness appearing behind his hand, near his back. It dissipated a moment later since he couldn't open the dark corridor. Hm.
He was not wearing what he had been a moment ago, he was sure. That was...weird. He spotted someone in blue or purple and he popped up beside them.
"Hey! Wanna trade sweaters?" He asked, tugging on the orange hoodie. Didn't it look appealing?
Train
He was forced to board the train when his attempt to open a dark corridor failed, and there was little else to be done for it.
So, until he figured things out, he would play the part. He'd offer a bright smile to anyone who approached. "Hey there, what's up?"
Demyx was listening, too, to see if he could overhear something interesting.
Cabin 2-A
Roommates. Ugh. He wasn't sure he wanted some, frankly, and even the Organization he got his own room.
Surprisingly, he didn't have too much trouble with the ticket machine. He was clever enough to sort that out.
"Hello?" He called, smiling as he opened the door.
Around the train
Demyx was doing his best to blend into the background noise. He smiled, sure, but as far as people would hopefully be concerned, he was background furniture.
Background furniture with a big sitar the same size as him draped over his lap.
He flexed his fingers, carefully tuning each of the strings. He would get to low background music at some point. People could approach, he just didn't think they would.
Demyx | Kingdom Hearts | OTA
Demyx found himself on a platform. That was weird, considering he hadn't been planning on going anywhere, exactly. Sure, he could, but he hadn't been planning on it.
He lingered in the back and someone with sharp eyes might see a bit of darkness appearing behind his hand, near his back. It dissipated a moment later since he couldn't open the dark corridor. Hm.
He was not wearing what he had been a moment ago, he was sure. That was...weird. He spotted someone in blue or purple and he popped up beside them.
"Hey! Wanna trade sweaters?" He asked, tugging on the orange hoodie. Didn't it look appealing?
Train
He was forced to board the train when his attempt to open a dark corridor failed, and there was little else to be done for it.
So, until he figured things out, he would play the part. He'd offer a bright smile to anyone who approached. "Hey there, what's up?"
Demyx was listening, too, to see if he could overhear something interesting.
Cabin 2-A
Roommates. Ugh. He wasn't sure he wanted some, frankly, and even the Organization he got his own room.
Surprisingly, he didn't have too much trouble with the ticket machine. He was clever enough to sort that out.
"Hello?" He called, smiling as he opened the door.
Around the train
Demyx was doing his best to blend into the background noise. He smiled, sure, but as far as people would hopefully be concerned, he was background furniture.
Background furniture with a big sitar the same size as him draped over his lap.
He flexed his fingers, carefully tuning each of the strings. He would get to low background music at some point. People could approach, he just didn't think they would.