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Demyx ⬤ Kingdom Hearts III
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N-No, I know, it's just, uh...

<sub>[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.]</sub>

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

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

[letxequalnull]

[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.]

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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.

<sub>[...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?]</sub>

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

one day I won't be the latest tagger all the time

[letxequalnull]

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.