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[When the Sanguis moon rises over the horizon, the changes it brings are - to be perfectly honest - nothing out of the ordinary for Xemnas, at this point. Some are a little more of a hassle than others (sleeping with wings isn't exactly easy), but it's a hassle he's used to by this point.

On the other hand... it's been long enough since he's had anyone else living in the same space that he absolutely doesn't think anything of stepping out into the common areas wearing nothing more than a pair of pants. Especially when shirts and wings are more of an inconvenience than he cares to deal with, if he doesn't mean to go anywhere.

(He's aware that Demyx isn't one of the few people who would have seen the parts of his moonblessing that are usually hidden under his coat. But at the same time it's normal enough to him that he doesn't stop to think that it would be particularly noticeable, either. Or at least, not anything that would be anything more than somewhat intriguing.)]

_{[Despite his initial misgivings over the entire situation, Demyx adapted to this new life faster than he'd like to admit. It took... a week, maybe two at most before he'd started to sprawl out on the couch like he owned the place, and another before he started staking claim to Xemnas's bed while he was away.

He still slept anywhere but at night though, so come morning the Cordis can be found on the couch with a bowl of dry cereal balanced on one knee and a small pile on his chest that he drops into his mouth every now and then. His eyes are glued to whatever lousy reality TV show playing on the screen at this hour - reruns of Prismal Shore when Xemnas steps out, and for a moment he doesn't notice, even when he glances over.]}

Morn--

_{[Demyx trails off, blinking. That's... Wait. He slowly looks over, mouth slightly agape as he just sort of. Gawks.]}

Uh...

[Given that he has not typically had a whole lot of people he might have been inclined to share a bed with - even in a completely non-euphemistic way - nor many people who might have been interested, it doesn't bother him in the slightest that Demyx doesn't to have any interest in sleeping elsewhere at night. Not when the point had been more to arrive at a somewhat more mutually beneficial arrangement (or at least, one that didn't mean either of them had continued to live alone).

He turns, at the sound of Demyx's voice, not even so much as batting an eye at what he finds. Even the show that's currently on doesn't get much of a reaction past a brief glance to see what it actually is.]

Surely you were aware of which moon's influence I have been affected by?

[At this distance, it's easy to see the flash of fangs that might otherwise go unnoticed. But that depends on Demyx actually looking there, rather than at any of the other things that his lack of a shirt reveals.]

N-No, I know, it's just, uh...

_{[His eyes are most definitely not looking at his mouth, so the fangs go unnoticed for the moment. No, they're locked on the rest of Xemnas, and for the first time in a long while Demyx finds himself questioning the purpose of those damned coats. Sure they were great protection from the Corridors, but surely whoever made them could've found something that left little to the imagination.

...Look, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little curious, alright? He's only human. Or human-ish.]}

I've never seen you without... Y'know. Anything covering the upstairs. Or looking that casual.

_{[Is he still staring? He's still staring.]}

[Not having been the first person to wear the coat the Organization had adopted for itself, Xemnas can't truly say if there might be another way to protect oneself. He does, admittedly, know that the Keybearers have - and have had - other ways of doing so, but none of them are anything that would have involved significantly less coverage. As best he understands the matter, at least.

Still, he appears to be only mildly discomfited by Demyx's continues staring. Likely a side effect of having lived with Xigbar for more than a decade, even before arriving to the city.]

There was not a need to, prior. As I am sure you can understand.

[True, Demyx's own moonblessing doesn't appear to come with wings, like his does. But it still involves some amount of physical transformation, if what Xemnas has previously seen is anything to go by.]

Dude, even I went around without the coat back at the Castle sometimes. It makes for a good blanket, but I never slept in it unless I had to. Always made me way too sweaty.

_{[...Ugh, okay. He grabs the handful of cereal off of his shirt and simultaneously shoves it into his mouth and sits up, placing the bowl onto the coffee table next to the remote. Brushing the crumbs off, Demyx stands up and slowly stretches his arms up over his head until he feels something pop, and then slowly pads across the room to... Y'know.

Just get a closer look at the changes the coat hid before. Yeah. That's it. Just. Looking.

Shame the way the end of his tail flicks and twitches gives away his curiosity. But hey, at least it's not puffing up like it had been when Xemnas first brought him here, right?]}

Though, uh... I 'spose a lot less would've gotten done if you were flaunting all this around, huh?

And you were free to do so.

[It's not a choice that everyone made, or so Xemnas would assume, but it's not like he'd ever really cared whether or not the other members of his Organization wore the coat all the time. After all, it was the darkness that had been the risk to the hearts they hadn't known they had. And outside of the portals themselves, there had been little enough of that in The World That Never Was.

(And the Heartless would have proven no threat, even without the protection offered by the coats.)

In the here and now, however, the particulars of what the coat had and hadn't been meant for are less relevant. Especially when he doesn't seem to be remotely self-conscious about either the changes or the fact that Demyx draws nearer.]

However, you are correct in your assumption. It would have proven... unnecessarily distracting, even without such additions as the moons have seen fit to grant.

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