Oh, good. Demyx relaxed. If Soubi had gotten them from Patient Possessions, that meant that he definitely knew the way to where his sitar was. He supposed even if Ritsuka forbid his roommate from taking him there, he could always just get directions to follow on his own...even if he was still rather wary of venturing out alone at night.

Recalling various after-school specials from his old life, Demyx's first inhalation on the cigarette was cautious rather than overenthusiastic, and as such he only coughed a bit at the unfamiliar sensation of smoke filling his lungs. He almost asked why Soubi wasn't having one before realizing it might not be a good idea, what with his injuries and drugs in his system besides.