[ For a change, Demyx is having a really pleasant dream. He's dreaming of his time on the beach, lounging with his sitar and watching the sun set down over the ocean.
He doesn't see Ira come in, but suddenly the wind shifts and turns a little chilly.
Demyx's brow furrows, maybe it's time to go home? Home...where is...
He gasps when he sees the unicorn shrouded in black clouds. He holds out a hand. ]
Easy there, easy... [ That horn sure looks sharp doesn't it. ]
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He doesn't see Ira come in, but suddenly the wind shifts and turns a little chilly.
Demyx's brow furrows, maybe it's time to go home? Home...where is...
He gasps when he sees the unicorn shrouded in black clouds. He holds out a hand. ]
Easy there, easy... [ That horn sure looks sharp doesn't it. ]