[ Talking does work, in fact, which would perhaps be a bit surprising to anyone who, in a past they may or may not remember, might've had to toss a bucket of cold water on the nobody to rouse him. Good thing Kija's spared that, (although those taps he's so pleased about would've come in real handy, if things had gone that route). Regardless, Demyx sputters awake none-too-quickly, yawning and stretching and swiping at the corner of his mouth with the back of a hand before rubbing his bleary eyes into focus. What's going on? ]
...Huh? Wh--...where am I?
[ And for that matter, who's talking to him?
He does a quick pan around of the area, blinking kittenishly up at... someone he's never seen before, most definitely. But that's no surprise. This place is full of people who fall into that category. No -- what makes this person unique is a feeling that strikes him for the first time since arriving here; one that seems to say he should know this person, somehow.
So he squints, blinks more with that sleep-fogged gaze. ]
Who are you?
[ So he's a little obtuse; so what? At least he's cute! And his hair is art, okay? IT. IS. ART. ]
sorry this took so long! been sick. :c
...Huh? Wh--...where am I?
[ And for that matter, who's talking to him?
He does a quick pan around of the area, blinking kittenishly up at... someone he's never seen before, most definitely. But that's no surprise. This place is full of people who fall into that category. No -- what makes this person unique is a feeling that strikes him for the first time since arriving here; one that seems to say he should know this person, somehow.
So he squints, blinks more with that sleep-fogged gaze. ]
Who are you?
[ So he's a little obtuse; so what? At least he's cute! And his hair is art, okay? IT. IS. ART. ]