Seventy Sixth Clone

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[Demyx is out and about in the Square today. If you happen upon him, he may be walking, or playing on his sitar. However, as he does, he seems to be muttering something. If you go closer, you realize that every step he takes, he says,] One, two, three, f- one, two, three, f- [When he tires of walking around like this; sporadically, he does the same thing with the playing of his sitar. He strums, and plays chords in this same stagnant way. He tries to play a song, but he can't get it out, and he gives up.]

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[OoC: I had this written up earlier! I didn't realize that I hadn't clicked Post Entry!]

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PLEASE, YOU'RE FINE, I literally backdate into forever.

[sitaronthewater]

[Awkward is probably a good word to describe their relationship. They don't talk much, if at all; not if Demyx can avoid it. But right now he's staring up at him, and there's really no reason not to. Besides, he still remembers their pre-move-in talk. And Sora's still the first non-Organization member he let into the apartment.

It doesn't mean that it's still not awkward, though.]

I'm cursed, somehow. It's really weird. I can't do anything without counting it outloud, but I can always only get up to three. [A pause, for exactly GUESS HOW LONG, before ammending.] Well, three-ish.

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[skylight]

That...is weird. [ Sora's mind both for better and for worse can run with just about anything, and it takes this new information, applies it to various hypothetical situations - food in threes, can anyone sleep in threes?, and then there's the matter of shoes... He blinks, staring first at Demyx's feet then back to his face.

In truth the more he thinks of what happened, the worse he feels about it, but maybe the most difficult thing is that a part of him that says he had no choice. Sora's not a volatile person per se and so it wouldn't be accurate to say these separations in him war with each other. It's not that active. But his thoughts do circulate repeatedly and Sora, whenever he looks at Demyx, has the knee-jerk reaction of a feeling that is bad and borderline regretful, and then a stubborn defensiveness that says he had to do what he did. Neither seems quite right.

Pausing, he rubs the back of his head, a slight fidget. ]

Uh...is it keeping you from doing something or getting something?