Demyx, of all people, really does appreciates a good, heavy rain storm every now and then, but this. This is ridiculous; it's been weeks of downpour, and, with the last terrible event having already past, the Melodious Nocturne really has nothing left to worry about. Or, for that matter, do.
So, to quell his oncoming case of cabin fever, he takes to the inside of the mansion, simply walking up and down stairs and along the hallways to give his sitar a rest and his body some needed movement.
...It's not until he passes a window on the first floor that he notices his surrogate daughter dancing out in the rain, completely soaked.
Hardly two seconds pass before Demyx is out the door himself, flailing as he jogs and nearly trips over the steps on his way to her side, pulling the little girl close. He understands how bored she must be, but sacrificing her health to play outside was a no.
"Yotsuba! What are you doing out here? It's really coming down!"
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Demyx, of all people, really does appreciates a good, heavy rain storm every now and then, but this. This is ridiculous; it's been weeks of downpour, and, with the last terrible event having already past, the Melodious Nocturne really has nothing left to worry about. Or, for that matter, do.
So, to quell his oncoming case of cabin fever, he takes to the inside of the mansion, simply walking up and down stairs and along the hallways to give his sitar a rest and his body some needed movement.
...It's not until he passes a window on the first floor that he notices his surrogate daughter dancing out in the rain, completely soaked.
Hardly two seconds pass before Demyx is out the door himself, flailing as he jogs and nearly trips over the steps on his way to her side, pulling the little girl close. He understands how bored she must be, but sacrificing her health to play outside was a no.
"Yotsuba! What are you doing out here? It's really coming down!"