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synchroswim) wrote2016-03-21 02:32 am
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(Although in fairness, he knows - loosely - what to expect out of the water should Demyx decide to pick a fight out of the blue. Physical contact, somewhat less so, especially from someone not Xigbar.)]
An unnatural storm, then.
[He's not surprised, not entirely. But it does go a long way to explain at least why it seems to have come on so suddenly.]
Perhaps that is the reason it feels as it does to you.
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[He's only half aware of his tail reaching out for Xemnas, but he doesn't bother grabbing for it. Instead, he just lets it do its own thing and loosely hook around his leg. It should bother him. It really should, but... The contact was nice. Is nice.
Who'd have guessed he'd be this keyed up by a storm?]
...Hey, Xemnas? If it gets too bad out there, what're we gonna do?
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[There's a shrug with the words. Whether it's true or not, he can't say. But it's definitely not impossible either, given some of the things that have already happened in the city.
He doesn't move to shift out of the way of Demyx's tail either. Perhaps he should, to suggest that there's little need for such things during something as simple as a storm. But at the same time... he doesn't mind it. And if he should need to go somewhere, he doubts that alone would be enough to keep him from leaving.]
As to what to do should the storms continue... it should be a simple matter to use the corridors of darkness to avoid the rain itself. However, that would likely require leaving others to their own decisions in regards to any flooding that should occur.
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[Did he hear him right? Demyx's expression shifts into something that'd be comical if it weren't for the unease he feels regarding the storm, but it does prompt him to lean away to actually look up at Xemnas. He's... He definitely heard him, but it's still.
Really, really weird.]
Waitwait, you're... worried about other people? Forreal?
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[It's not anything that he would person classify as concern, much less worry, but he's aware of it. Especially when he's almost positive that the network will be full of people's complaints should things get so bad - or if it should prove that there is some manner of consequence to being caught out in the rain.]
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Okay, one good thing about his emotions still being a little haywire? He can forget about his worries for a hot minute. Demyx shakes his hands, ridding them of the ball of water and making it vanish with the tiniest of splashes. And then, just like that? He grins, all canines on display as he leans up on his toes, his weight pressing more insistently against his side.]
Awwwwwwww, dude. That's really sweet, man.
[L o o k. It's easier to act like a shit-gremlin than it is to keep being worried about a storm, no matter how bad it is!]
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It is practical.
[Youuuu just keep telling yourself that, Xemnas.]
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Tomayto, tomahto, boss. You can call it whatever you want, but it's sweet. Nice, even.
[Even those yellow eyes of his - the ones that still carry the taint of Xehanort - seem to glow with amusement.]
It's okay to care, you know.
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[Admittedly, he doesn't usually stop to allow himself to do so. But he's not about to stop other people from doing so either. Not when the fact that others do care has been something that has proven so useful in his plans.]