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[melodiouspacifist]

You've reached Demyx.

I'm taking a nap.

Enjoy the sounds of my sitar, I'll get back to you sometime, whenever.

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[mortal_son]

It is.

[ Shinjiro sighed. Emotions weren't all happiness and sunshine and kittens. Emotions frequently sucked.

He almost wished that Demyx didn't have to find that out. ]

It's a good thing, but there are gonna be some shitty parts that go with it.

Which, really, is why I punch things sometimes still.

[melodiouspacifist]

[Demyx gives him a pained look and zips up his coat. Next are the gloves and he's finally ready to leave the house.]

I just think if I can...do something...I don't know it sounds stupid.

Do you really think I'm feeling?

[mortal_son]

You don't sound stupid, Demyx.

This kinda shit's confusing.

[ Or at least, it confused him.

He looks over at him, trying to catch his eye. Shinjiro wants his friend to know that this is 100% truth, unvarnished bullshit, no dishonesty, no sugar-coating. ]

Yeah.

I really do.

... Sorry it sucks, but. There's good stuff which goes 'long with this too.

[melodiouspacifist]

[He takes Shinjiro's words as truth and he exhales.]

Shit. [Shinjiro is kind of a bad influence on his language.]

I don't really want to think. Let's go.

[He needs to think, but he also appreciates Shinjiro for everything he's just done. He doesn't really know how express that.

He pauses and raises his fist, punching Shinjiro's shoulder very lightly.]

[mortal_son]

[ It didn't seem like Shinjiro was just influencing his vocabulary. That friendly punch? That was pure Shinji-language. Message received, and Demyx got a small, but noticeable and quite genuine, smile in return. ]

Common, then.

Maybe I'll program the Holodeck'd to make you some Shadows.

They're real satisfyin to take down after a shitty day.