Corporation XIII PSL
Aug. 23rd, 2017 04:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
melodiouspacifistDemyx'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.
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Date: 2017-08-24 12:38 am (UTC)He opened his eyes at the words that were interrupting a very awesome song and he pulled out one of his earbuds with one hand and the sucker with another.
"What's that? I didn't hear you."
Demyx sometimes didn't know what to think about Zexion, he seemed like the stuffy, ladder-climbing type and he didn't know why. He should have been having fun, like he was. He'd gotten in on a summer internship and just hadn't left, oddly enough. No one had really made him, either. Xigbar seemed to think he had some sort of potential or aptitude, which was the kind of thing they talked about when they were reviewing his performance.
He wasn't entirely sure he did, honestly, he didn't see the same thing Xigbar did, obviously.