Apparently there was a lot you could do with water. Soubi's eyebrows had crawled a little way up his forehead in interest.

Leaning back against the wall (and finding it was a little too far away and thus having to scoot up his bed somemore and try again), Soubi closed his eyes for a moment and smiled. And then stopped smiling. And frowned.
"I'm not sure," he admitted. "Hopefully my master." Ristuka had said that, hadn't he? That Soubi was his fighter. Even after seeinging these terrible new names....


"I don't think I should have accepted the medication," he informed his.... well... "Are you my friend now?" he asked. It was best to be sure. He wouldn't have to like the guy tomorrow, but for now Demyx could be his friend.