08-14-2010, 07:03 AM
Axel walks through the halls, quietly. it's late, but he's not nearly as tired as he should be. He sighs, letting his mind wander. Mainly to his 'ward' of sorts, Roxas. Why they put a happy kid with a guy like his was beyond him. Axel thought of himself as an asshole, and violent. He sees a light on under Demyx's door and chuckles. So he wasn't the only night owl. He pauses outside, debating if he wanted to deal with the hyper guy that late. Deciding against it, he kept walking, walking past Roxas's room.
Demyx was also up late, playing his sitar. He hums along cheerfully. He fiddles with the pitches, pausing every so often to write stuff down. In his pausing, he hears footsteps? Zexion? There was a man that Demyx could easily say he idolizes, if not more. He waits to see if anyone knocks. Once he hears the foot steps receeding, he goes back to playing, content.
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