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sitarsongsFrom: Demyx
Posted: July 13th
[ As the feed clicks on, it shows a young man with totally stylish and gravity-defying dirty blond hair in a black cloak sitting in some kind of papasan-style chair with an acoustic guitar in his lap. Demyx lazily plucks away at it, strumming out what sounds loosely like Modest Mouse’s “Float On”. ]
So, I finally did it!
[ Pausing from his strumming, he holds his wrist up the camera way too closely, turning it this way and that. ]
Look! See? No more name! Which means no more god. And no more work, no more training... which means no more gross sweating. Ew.
[ Seriously, call him when it’s winter, please. He pulls a face, but then sits back again and resumes strumming, picking back up where he left off. ]
Bishamonten says I’ve gotta get a new one, but maaaan... [ He sighs heavily, shoulders slumping. ] I just don’t wanna, yanno?
[ In truth, he’s still a little bummed that Riku basically shot him down. Now there was a god he could’ve gotten behind! But, oh well. He’s not going to mention that, or let it weigh on him much. Just means more vacation time for him, right? Right! Except... ]
But she says if I don’t do it myself they’ll just stick me with someone again. Someone who might not like me, like last time.
Man... can’t I just like, hang out here and play music, and not do combat stuff? I’m totally not comfortable with it anyway...
Posted: July 13th
[ As the feed clicks on, it shows a young man with totally stylish and gravity-defying dirty blond hair in a black cloak sitting in some kind of papasan-style chair with an acoustic guitar in his lap. Demyx lazily plucks away at it, strumming out what sounds loosely like Modest Mouse’s “Float On”. ]
So, I finally did it!
[ Pausing from his strumming, he holds his wrist up the camera way too closely, turning it this way and that. ]
Look! See? No more name! Which means no more god. And no more work, no more training... which means no more gross sweating. Ew.
[ Seriously, call him when it’s winter, please. He pulls a face, but then sits back again and resumes strumming, picking back up where he left off. ]
Bishamonten says I’ve gotta get a new one, but maaaan... [ He sighs heavily, shoulders slumping. ] I just don’t wanna, yanno?
[ In truth, he’s still a little bummed that Riku basically shot him down. Now there was a god he could’ve gotten behind! But, oh well. He’s not going to mention that, or let it weigh on him much. Just means more vacation time for him, right? Right! Except... ]
But she says if I don’t do it myself they’ll just stick me with someone again. Someone who might not like me, like last time.
Man... can’t I just like, hang out here and play music, and not do combat stuff? I’m totally not comfortable with it anyway...