Corporation XIII PSL
Demyx's tie was crooked.
Every single morning when he arrived to work, it was too loose and slightly left of center, which made it look like he didn't especially care for what he looked like at work. It wouldn't be a wrong assumption, his passion was more leaning towards leisure activities, and work only interrupted those.
He had dark blue earbuds that often appeared when they shouldn't.
If no one was paying particular attention to him, he often had the telltale cord trailing up from his pocket which told everyone around him he was secretly listening to music. His head would bob lightly when a good song was on, but the music tended to make him slightly more productive, typing each word to the beat of the tune in his ear.
He used the water cooler as an excuse to get up from his desk.
When called out on something like that he quirked a smile and shrugged. "I'm just thirsty today!"
Demyx was fine coasting in the role he was in, not terribly motivated to rise to the occasion and demonstrate any special aptitude for anything. If he had potential anywhere, he was keeping it to himself.
That particular day when most people had trailed out for lunch, he put his feet up on his desk, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, earbuds in both ears as he simply relaxed. He figured everyone would go to lunch and he'd be left to his own devices.
Every single morning when he arrived to work, it was too loose and slightly left of center, which made it look like he didn't especially care for what he looked like at work. It wouldn't be a wrong assumption, his passion was more leaning towards leisure activities, and work only interrupted those.
He had dark blue earbuds that often appeared when they shouldn't.
If no one was paying particular attention to him, he often had the telltale cord trailing up from his pocket which told everyone around him he was secretly listening to music. His head would bob lightly when a good song was on, but the music tended to make him slightly more productive, typing each word to the beat of the tune in his ear.
He used the water cooler as an excuse to get up from his desk.
When called out on something like that he quirked a smile and shrugged. "I'm just thirsty today!"
Demyx was fine coasting in the role he was in, not terribly motivated to rise to the occasion and demonstrate any special aptitude for anything. If he had potential anywhere, he was keeping it to himself.
That particular day when most people had trailed out for lunch, he put his feet up on his desk, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, earbuds in both ears as he simply relaxed. He figured everyone would go to lunch and he'd be left to his own devices.