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[sitarslacker]

[Beware world, for Demyx has discovered a CD player in his closet.

And I hope you ninth floor residents (or the poor sod with the drippy ceiling directly below room 009) don't mind your Tuesday tea time interrupted by Demyx's idea of a mid-afternoon soak.

And by 'soak', we mean Bobby Darin blasting out of the speakers at max volume.]

♫ Splish splish

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[timisnotme]

*Well that was a nice nap. Tim lives above you and 900 rooms to the right. Why can he hear this? Poor guy who lives directly above you. Tim catapults out of bed thinking an invasion of karaoke players has just marched into his room. Then grabs the comm angrily and starts yelling into it over the music. Unfortunately you can barely hear him over the splishing and splashing below.*

What the ........ who ........ turn that shit off! ..trying to.....

*He groans and shoves a pillow over his head.*

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[sitarslacker]

Hnh?

[Demyx pauses mid-riff, exceptional hearing contrary to every piece of evidence while might suggest he's suffered some permanent hearing loss by now.

Any Organization member will tell you: it's not that he's deaf, the melodious nocturne's just....selective.

He does hear a tiny buzz of interference noise though, and so he pops the music off for a second to peer over his console, still dripping suds.]

Huh? Hello?

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[timisnotme]

*glare*

What the fuck are you doing? You can probably hear that in the basement.

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[sitarslacker]

...So? It's not like there's any noise rules posted, or...?

[action] I very greatly would enjoy being able to shoot the radio with a high caliber weapon. :|

[fratermaior]

[Guess who's walking by? One Special Agent Pendergast! And he's curious enough to peer in at the noise. But it's pretty loud, and he's got very sensitive ears. He frowns.]

[action] Be. Our. Guest, be our guest, put your high caliber weapon to the test!

[sitarslacker]

[Demyx is oh so very cheerfully oblivious, rockin' out with the bubble brigade.]

[action] /snerks forever

[fratermaior]

[He speaks up, but apparently Demyx doesn't hear him, so he pulls a Colt .45 out of his suit jacket, carefully takes aim, and the radio explodes into about a thousand plastic pieces.]

[action] /snerks forever

[sitarslacker]

*BANG*

[And good golly, Miss Molly, we just jumped out of our towel! And quite possibly out of our skin, shielding ourselves from the shower of plastic pieces.

Then Demyx whirls around, wearing nothing but a scowly pout and liberal Disney-safe quantities of bath foam, and stands with his arms akimbo.]

Geez, Xigbar, how many times have you gotta do-

Ooooohhh...that'srightwrongcastle- Youuuuuu....are not him.

[itsahotone]

Are you kidding?

[sitarslacker]

Well, I'm not taking myself too seriously, does it look like I'm taking myself too seriously over here?

[itsahotone]

I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the loud levels of suck.

[sitarslacker]

Ooh, harsh! You break my heart.

action cuz loooool

[trinityaffinity]

[ Sora is walking, heading nowhere in particular, when he hears that super loud music and decides to investigate. He doesn't bother paying much attention to the lyrics because the song's too loud for him to care, so he has absolutely no idea why the heck it's playing. So he pops his head in and is met with... Demyx. All Demyx. This is weird. ]

Uh.

action (lets pretend this happens before Pendergast has his evil way with Dem's radio...)

[sitarslacker]

[The nobody's happily sliding around on his white-tiled 'bedroom' floor and lip-synching, dancing...

Until there's a keybearer in his doorway, and then he skids a stop and sort of just...stands there, in his towel, with his jaw gone slack.

Bobby Darin continues to list "the whole gang".

Demyx lets the scrub brush fall limply to his side.]

Uhhhhh...is there...a problem?

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[trinityaffinity]

[ Sora can only stare, thrown off because Demyx seems like he's having fun, but he can't feel fun because he has no heart. Nothing makes sense, but really, does Kingdom Hearts ever make sense anymore? ]

You... Uh... What...

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[sitarslacker]

I, uh...

[Demyx continues to stare right back, until he thinks to reach over and shut off the music.

Great. Now there's awkward silence.]

[crystal_stasis]

....

[She'll just pretend she hadn't seen that]

[sitarslacker]

[You know you like my wild side, Serah.]

[crystal_stasis]

.... Demyx...? Don't you think your music is a little... too loud?

[Maybe she does and maybe she doesn't. The world may never know~]

[sitarslacker]

Huh? Too loud? Seriously?