damned_institute | Day 36: Intercom, Evening

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Day 36: Intercom, Evening

The intercom's jingle rang out and the somewhat uninhibited movement that was going on between the main activity rooms halted as the Head Doctor made one of his usual announcements.

"Good evening everyone, and I'm very pleased to see so many of you in such high spirits after meeting with your loved ones! However, like with all good things, it can't last forever, so I ask now for nurses to escort our patients in the waiting rooms and in the main areas back to their rooms, where they will be treated with a special Sunday... steak! That's right: today, we'll be serving juicy, delicious steak with fries and cooked vegetables on the side – simple enough for everyone to like and good enough for everyone to thoroughly enjoy! (Our patients with specialized diets will receive their alternate meals, of course.) Our usual beverages are available, and for dessert, we'll be serving warm slices of apple pie.

"After all, patients, t's always wonderful to see all of you cooperating with the staff even when given so much freedom, so I'd like to personally thank and congratulate all of you for helping us, your family, and more importantly, yourselves. Hopefully, we can help you to a speedy recovery so that you can see your loved ones more often, but first... dinner! I hope to speak with you all again soon."

The intercom clicked off.

[ All room threads go in response to this post; please post your character's room number as the subject line of the initial post. Thank you!

On an added note, just wanted to clarify to players of characters who are canonly vegetarians and the like that you get to decide (within reasonable and realistic limits) what kind of diet your character gets from the staff. :3 ]

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"Then let's be friends." It would be too troublesome to share his room with an enemy and if Ritsuka was happy...Soubi would be happy too. And then this guy would be happy for some reason and, while it wasn't important, that would be good. Soubi was sure of it. But he wasn't going to play games to try and keep this person happy.

"You could crush their spirits. Take control. Bring them down," he said. He'd do and take anything just for somebody to love him. But Demyx was different. Soubi's ~~struggle~~ way of life was noble. He was at least dedicating himself to somebody.

He looked at Demyx, too out of it to hide the sadness on his face. Loneliness was an awful fate. He just hoped it wasn't the one he was condemned to now.

He listened to Demyx's origins, fascinated. There wasn't room for doubt in his mind at the minute and so he believed every word. And it sounded beautiful. Such a display of strength. Demyx was strong. Perhaps Soubi shouldn't think him so weak. He did the unexpected (even of himself) and reached out, putting a hand to where the man's heart should be. Slowly, he pushed himself from the bed, sat on the floor in front of Demyx, hand still in place. And he smiled.

"I think I'd prefer to have no heart." His will was strong enough to survive without one and he'd become so much stronger still. Ritsu and Seimei would want him back. Ritsuka would see his true power.

Kio and Yuiko would be lost, but that didn't matter. Not if he belonged somewhere.

Demyx grinned at Soubi. He wasn't really sure what the man's reasons were for wanting that, but so long as he did, he was happy. He just hoped Soubi could be happy about it, too, although he was starting to get the impression that his roommate wasn't really a happy guy by nature.

He couldn't help frowning at Soubi's suggestion for the Organization. "I guess I could've," he said dubiously. "Maybe. But why? I don't really like controlling people. Besides, I guess someone who was in control of other people - they ought to know what's best for the people they're in charge of, right? I'm not that smart."

He almost recoiled - mostly in surprise - when Soubi reached to rest a hand on his chest, but stopped himself and stayed still as his roommate felt for a heartbeat that wasn't there. He'd never really understood how their bodies worked without hearts - and none of the Nobodies of the Organization had ever really tried to find out; it was unknown anatomical territory and even Vexen wasn't the type to pry there when there were so few of them if something went wrong - so he couldn't say how he functioned without it, but he knew the heart wasn't there. Aside from his breathing, and perhaps the occasional twitch of muscle, Soubi wouldn't feel anything at all.

He watched his roommate closely, eyes taking on a more observant look as Soubi smiled. Yeah, he was starting to get a feel for the guy now...on some level he must be really unhappy. Only unhappy people could think not having a heart was a good thing. "No, you wouldn't," he said quietly. "If you're sad or lonely or unhappy, it sounds like a great thing to not have a heart to hurt, to not be able to feel those things anymore. I'll never really be unhappy again, I guess, even if I pretend to be 'cause it makes me seem more normal. But I'll never be happy, either. And even if we can't feel anything else - we always feel hollow. Like there's always something missing that we can never get back. Some of the Nobodies - the first six of us - they kind of chose to give their hearts to the darkness. They were scientists and it was part of their experiment. But the rest of us...we didn't get a choice. It's not one anybody would make. Even the ones who chose to become Nobodies want to go back to the way they were before; that's what our Organization is for. We want to have our hearts back." He paused. "I died before that could happen, I think. If you can call it dying when we weren't really, you know, alive. I guess they brought me back so I could be here, but I don't think I'll be able to get my heart back in here, so it doesn't make much difference."

Soubi was smart. He was just never taught a great deal about independence or what he ought to do with emotions. He didn't want control anyway. He wanted simplicity and that would only come with a master.

Soubi still didn't remove his hand. It was too strange to feel a real person but no heartbeat. It was strange to be this close to a stranger at all really. Dammit, Soubi only needed one person to depend on. He withdrew his hand and hugged his knees.

"I only ever felt pain for a very long time," he told Demyx, factually. Sometimes Ritsu was 'nice', but even that was a tainted affair. "I don't mind losing my humanity again."

"You'll get your heart, Tinman," he sighed. "And you'll hate them for it. This place will ruin every last soul in it's possession."

Demyx shifted so that he was sitting cross-legged on the floor across from Soubi, watching the other man. "Yeah," he said, somewhat sadly. "You seem like you used to be really unhappy. Or still are, maybe; you're pretty hard to read, y'know." He tilted his head. "Is it 'cause you're a slave, or because of something else? I'll help you, if I can. I mean, you have a heart. What good is one if you can't feel good things with it?" He waved a hand. "Besides, you're my roommate. And my friend. I don't need a heart to know that you're supposed to help your friends if they're unhappy - and it's been awhile, but I still have a pretty good idea how to make a heart happy." He sighed. "The other Nobodies mostly just remember how to make a heart hurt. What good is that? Everybody knows that stuff. It's nothing special, and it doesn't help anyone. All it does is help make more of us, and if even we don't want to be us..."

He wasn't quite sure what sort of reference Soubi was making with the whole Tinman thing, but he knew one thing for sure. "No way," he declared, shaking his head. "That's why I still try to act like I have a heart. I want to be the same when I get my heart back as I was when I lost it. I'm not gonna get it back just so I can feel regret. That'd be kind of a crappy way to welcome my heart back, right? I want the first thing I feel to be happiness."

Soubi smiled a little again, but it was a kinder smile this time. He reached out and awkwardly ruffled the man's hair. It just seemed like the right thing to do. Kio usually liked it when they were drunk, anyway. It was about the only time Soubi willingly touched him in a friendly manner.

"I never used to feel anything much." He had his heart broken. He experienced pride and a dissapointment. But nothing much else.

"You don't get much of a choice with this place. They'll do what they want."

Demyx was surprised yet again; he'd been pretty sure that Soubi wasn't the tactile type, yet this was the second time his roommate had touched him without any prompting. But he couldn't help grinning, slightly sheepish and happy ~~or so he told himself~~ at the same time. It was nice - Soubi was nice, as he'd originally suspected - and what was more, Soubi was smiling. Things definitely weren't perfect for either of them, but for the moment they were looking up.

"Well, that's the good thing about still having a heart." Demyx grinned and, deciding that since Soubi had set the precedent it was probably okay, stretched out a hand to tap a finger over the spot he guessed his roommate's heart to be. "You don't have to dwell on what you used to feel. You can look forward to what you're gonna feel in the future. So all we have to do is make sure you have good feelings from now on, right?"

He grimaced at the mention of the institute. He'd been so caught up in the conversation that he'd almost forgotten where they were for a minute. "Yeah, I guess so...but even Nobodies can still make choices. It's one of the few things we've still got. So I'm not gonna let this place do whatever the hell it likes with me, that's for sure." He grinned at Soubi again. "So c'mon, don't be so fatalistic. What good's that ever done anybody? Hell, if I were fatalistic - well, I'd be a Heartless, and we'd never have met. You might have a roommate who...I don't know, snores or something."

Demyx was going to face a sober Soubi one day. The outcome of which could be unpredictable. For now, things were going surprisingly well. Soubi was still partially aware of that too but it only seemed to amuse him. Maybe, if things went well, he could be nice to this young man. His fellow, here. Not this nice but still...nice enough. He certainly wasn't going to reveal so much. But he couldn't stop himself lately. There was nobody here to listen to him or give him sturdy advice.

He almost shriveled up when Demyx touched him. He certainly tensed, but it was only a brief action. A mere flinch. "It's not that easy," he said. He couldn't feel as much pain now, but he knew the neck wounds were reopening. And they would do so for a long time, according to experience. "Today was terrible. I made...mistakes. Ritsuka will be unhappy." He placed his hand over his heart, wishing it was gone already. It only served to confuse things. But he liked the thought of following good feelings.

He smiled again as Demyx went on. The guy might be a fool but, again, he had that Kio-esque quality. There was something that was almost comforting in his foolishness. Nobody could fight this place. Pun not intended. But let the man believe everything would be ok.

"That would be bad," he agreed. "Forgive me if I snore or talk in my sleep. Though I've only ever been accused of the latter..." He still didn't believe it was true, and he was most likely drunk or in some other sort of delirious state for it to occur.

"Everybody makes mistakes," Demyx replied. If Ritsuka punished Soubi for mistakes, then Demyx was definitely liking him less and less by the minute. Maybe he could find him and talk to him...although he suspected that mentioning that to Soubi would be a really bad idea, so it kept it to himself. "He'll forgive you. Hell, even my superiors in the Organization gave me the chance to make up for my mistakes, and they're literally heartless. How much worse could your master be than them?"

He couldn't help grinning when Soubi preemptively apologized for talking in his sleep. "Yeah, well, I don't think either of us need to worry," he observed. "It seems like not a lot of sleeping gets done in our rooms anyway, right? It'll probably never come up. And even if it does, I won't mind; Nobodies don't really need sleep anyway."

"Therein lies the problem," Soubi sighed, cuddling his knees and resting his head again. "He'll forgive me. Just like that. It will be undeserved. It will lack meaning unless I am punished." What if Ritsuka didn't forgive him? He wouldn't punish him either. There'd be nothing. He glared at Demyx a little. "There's nothing bad about Ritsuka," he warned. Ritsuka was perfect. It was Soubi that was wrong.

"I don't think I'd enjoy a sleepless life," Soubi said. "WHat do you do instead?"

"Hey, I wasn't saying - " Demyx waved his hands in a negating gesture. "I just meant if people who are literally heartless let mistakes slide, of course your master would, too." Well, that was something to keep in mind...regardless of what he thought of Soubi's master, expressing disapproval would be a bad idea. "And why do you need to be punished? Mistakes are - well, accidents. They're nobody's fault. If he's not punishing you, doesn't that mean you didn't do anything wrong?" It was a little confusing; if even Ritsuka wouldn't punish Soubi for messing up, why did Soubi feel he deserved punishment?

Yeah, Demyx really needed to talk to this Ritsuka person. He was beginning to think there was way too much about Soubi he didn't understand, and if nothing else, maybe Ritsuka could answer the questions he was a little wary of asking his roommate directly.

The question about what he did instead of sleep was a pretty good one, and Demyx ran a hand through his hair as he thought it over. "Lots of things," he mused. "Mostly, I played music - that was before this place took away my sitar. I practiced with my water manipulation - I was one of the best at controlling my element," he added, with a bit of justifiable pride. He'd been able to fine-tune his control over water to a degree none of the others in the Organization had ever been able to match; the precision required to create and command multiple water clones was beyond anything the other members had ever approached. It was, perhaps, the one area Demyx had excelled in. "Sometimes I'd just think. Honestly, there wasn't much to do in the castle, and most of the other members didn't have time for me, so..."

Nobody understood. Only Ritsu, the real one, and Seimei. And that was why they still had control, even now. Soubi was gripped by fear and love. With Ritsuka...there was only love. And love made room for mistakes, disobedience and jealousy. And failure to punish stopped the world from turning. How could he be forgiven if he had not paid his penance?

"It's just the way things work."

Perhaps never sleeping wasn't so bad either. "You play the sitar?" he asked, curiosity sparked. He'd met a writer this morning, he hiself was a painter and now there was the musician. The full trinity of that arts. You know...the worthier ones. Above dance and dramatics. The core arts. The primary colours in the great painting that was beauty and whatnot.

"You were lonely?" he asked. He already knew the answer, but still. Perhaps Soubi hadn't been as lonely as he'd assumed. He'd at least had his teacher. And then a master. A friend. Ristuka. "I think I'm sorry that you were lonely, but I'm not myself this evening," he continued, drowsily.

"Man, no wonder you're not happy." Demyx chewed his lower lip. "You think you need to be punished even when you don't do anything wrong." After a pause, he decided to attempt what was - for him - a shrewd psychological maneuver. "So are you saying your master's wrong for forgiving you?"

He all but swelled with pride at the interest in his sitar. "Yeah! I mean, I used to...but they took it." His good mood deflated as quickly as it had come, and he sighed. "I spent most of my life - human and Nobody - with an instrument in my hands. It feels wrong not to have music with me anymore." Well, he hadn't lost his music entirely - it was all still in his head - but it just wasn't the same as being able to play it, being able to hear it.

"I wasn't lonely at first," he admitted. "I had a couple friends - one was the guy who was recruited right before me, and the other was a kid who was our last recruit. But...well, they were better friends with each other than they were with me. The kid left after a little while, and when he did, my other friend left to look for him, so...yeah, after that, I was pretty much alone. None of the others ever really thought much of me." After a pause, he murmured, "I would've gone with them, if they'd asked me."

Thinking he knew how he felt was not at all a foreign concept to Demyx, so he scarcely questioned it when Soubi mentioned it. But the guy looked like he was going to pass out soon. "Maybe you should sleep," he offered.

"Of course not. But I have been making a lot of mistakes." Admittedly Ritsuka didn't always see them as such, but still. He made Ritsuka angry and unhappy and... it could so easily be stopped. If only...

Soubi shook his head. "He's still learning. He...doesn't understand." Soubi had tried to persuade the boy that punishment was a good thing, even pleasurable. He'd let Kio whine on about Seimei. He'd tried everything but a direct approach to explaining things to Ritsuka.

"They have a music room," Soubi suggested, almost eagerly. He hadn't visited it himself and doubted there'd be a Sitar of all things, but perhaps there was something close enough?

Such a poor lonely soul. Soubi's sad expression returned. He knew that feeling. That sudden shock of loneliness having been abandoned. That willingness to follow, to do ANYTHING to just... be with that person.

"Perhaps somebody better will come along..."

Soubi shook his head. "Ritsuka is coming. I must stay awake. But I...took my medication as he'd ordered." Despite his fear that he'd wake up on the Doctor's table again, or that something terrible would happen to Ritsuka. But he'd been almost passing out from pain beforehand. Now it was the drugs and willpower that kept him going. It just couldn't stop his mind from sliding about...

"Would punishing you really stop you making them?" Demyx inquired. "Or would you make them either way? If you're not making the mistakes on purpose, it's not like punishing you would help either way. It'd just make things worse, right?"

He smiled a little at the mention of the music room. "Yeah, I've been there. It's nice, but...they don't have any stringed instruments. Not even a guitar. It's really disappointing...I mean, I can play the other instruments, yeah, but I always liked the strings."

Somebody better than Roxas or Axel? Technically, he'd already found people like that - Matsuda and Ginji, and that Hanatarou guy had been okay, and maybe even Soubi counted. But at the same time...part of him wished that he could have a friend half as good within the ranks of the other Nobodies. There were so many things normal people could never hope to understand that Nobodies just knew. But Roxas was pretty depressing, and Axel was too wrapped up in his own interests, and the others -

Well, there wasn't much point in thinking about it. Besides, the news that Ritsuka was coming for Soubi was considerably more interesting. Obviously Demyx couldn't really hope to talk to him with Soubi around, but maybe he could at least get a look at the guy so he could track him down later, in private. "Think I could meet him?" he asked.

"I can't have room to fail. And I need to suffer equal to my Sacrifice..." he stated. It made perfect sense to him.

"I suppose we could kill somebody with the strings..... Shatter the wood and stake all the vampires...." Really, where was the harm in having music? "Perhaps they have it in patient possessions? We should go!" Soubi heard the words leave him mouth but was unable to take them back. Instead, two sides of his head argued the point.

He looked at Demyx, have sleepily and half suspiciously. "You want to meet him?" Soubi supposed they'd have to meet if Demyx stayed here tonight. But why the sudden interest?

"Suffer equal to your what?" Demyx asked, perplexed. He was beginning to wonder if it was whatever drugs Soubi had taken that were making him speak in what was, to Demyx, incomprehensible nonsense. What sacrifice?

Nobodies were a pretty complex concept, but he'd come to the conclusion that Soubi already understood way more about him than the reverse. Maybe Ritsuka could clarify at some point; if nothing else, Ritsuka probably wasn't full of drugs.

At the suggestion of cannibalizing an instrument to make weapons, Demyx's eyes widened to such a degree that it was clear Soubi had just suggested something along the lines of vandalizing a church. Granted, the use of an instrument as a weapon wasn't foreign to the Nobody, but that was different from ruining an instrument for the purpose. His sitar had been a really sturdy thing; whacking people with it hadn't hurt it at all. "Why would anyone do that?" he asked, appalled. Even in the depths of desperation, the weapons one would gain from doing such a thing seemed hardly worth the effort, to say nothing of the fact that...well, it was destroying an instrument. Music was too important for that.

Granted, maybe Demyx was a little biased. Music had always been one of his few comforts as a Nobody; he could hardly overstate its importance to him. But he'd always thought it meant as much to other people, too.

All else was forgotten, however, at the mention of his sitar and the possibility of retrieving it. If anything, his eyes opened wider before. "There's a place they keep that stuff?" he breathed. "You know where it is?" Why the hell hadn't Xigbar or Luxord mentioned that to him? Man, he was going to give those guys such a piece of his mind if they'd known and just been jerking him around ~~again~~.

He cocked his head slightly. "Well, yeah. Why wouldn't I want to meet him? If you like him so much, then he's probably a cool guy, and I'll like him too." This was at least partially true; if Ritsuka was a nice guy who'd earned Soubi's almost fanatical loyalty, then he probably would be someone Demyx wanted to meet. Of course, there were other possibilities, too...but nothing he'd mention to Soubi. "Besides, if he's important to my roommate, he's important to me." And that was entirely true, if rather carefully ambiguous.

"My Sacrifice. The one who commands me." The one who took his pain... it was unfair. Seimei wouldn't let it happen and, if it did, there was always punishment. Why was it that Ritsuka got hurt when Soubi loved him so much... and Soubi got away with it? It wasn't right. It hurt much, much more this way.

"Because they assume we're all mad," Soubi smiled. "You're very cute." Demyx seemed to upset at the thought of an instrument being harmed. How strange and sentimental he was.

Soubi thought to himself for a minute and nodded. "I don't know all of what they keep and it's hard to find. But some things familiar to us are being stored." He was pretty sure he knew the way. Maybe he could go and get some more cigarettes.

"Do you smoke?" he asked, suddenly. Somebody was going to have to smoke for him and this guy had no heart.

Soubi still seemed suspicious but let it go. Nobody could hurt Ritsuka while he was around, even in this state. His training would override everything.

"People here are too friendly," he observed. Sheena and now Demyx. So eager to find friends. So lonely... Soubi had gone the opposite way all his life. He kept everybody at a distance and tried to fulfill his purpose. But that hadn't worked yet. Despite how 'perfect' they said he was, they never stayed.

"Wait - you mean your master?" Was sacrifice just another way of referring to Ritsuka? It didn't seem to make sense - it'd seem like the slave would make more sense to call a sacrifice than the master, given the balance of power - but as far as Demyx could tell, that was it.

He wasn't...quite sure what to do with being called cute. It wasn't necessarily the first time he'd heard it, but Soubi didn't seem the type to make such a remark. At least, not from what Demyx knew of depressed, introverted people, which was the category he'd decided to file his roommate under. The drugs again, maybe...which made him wonder how much of a change he'd be in for when the drugs wore off. Would Soubi even remember making friends with him tomorrow?

Shaking off those thoughts - after all, what was the point of thinking about those sorts of things before they happened, if they ever did? - he said instead, "You think you could show me sometime?" Tonight would obviously not be the best night for it, if Soubi was drugged and meeting Ritsuka besides, but Demyx could hardly pass up the opportunity to investigate at some point.

"Smoke?" he asked, blinking. That had seemed to...come out of nowhere. "Not...really, no. Back when I was alive, I was kind of a health nut." He grinned sheepishly. "Believe it or not, I wanted to stay healthy so I could live a long life...a lot of musicians tend to die from crappy lifestyles, y'know? Obviously it didn't work out, but - " He shook his head. "I dunno if it matters to my health one way or the other as a Nobody, I guess, but either way, I've never tried."

Demyx couldn't help thinking back to the people he'd met in the institute. Sora, who'd made awkward conversation with him that hadn't actually been too bad, even if he was technically Demyx's murderer...Roxas, whom Demyx had sort of made up with, even if his abandonment and then being forgotten by his friend had hurt, still hurt, or at least he knew it ought to...Matsuda, the first normal person to take him seriously, to approve of him, to be nice to him even after he knew what Demyx was...Ginji, who'd offered to help Demyx get his heart back almost as soon as he'd heard it had been lost...

"I don't think there is such a thing as too friendly," he murmured. "Back in my universe, everyone thought we didn't even deserve to exist. Everybody was out to destroy us. That's why we had to all band together."

Soubi nodded. He was beginning to feel a little unwell. He had to save some energy for Ritsuka, even if the boy just wanted him to rest tonight. Until that boy was safe in this room, Soubi was going to keep himself awake. He'd heard Ritsuka even when the Beloved name was taken and even as he lay bleeding on that slab with a new one. There was still a bond.... Soubi repeated that to himself in his head a few times. There was still a bond.

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Demyx again, forcing a smile. Show him...? Oh! Of course. Hmmm. "I'd have to ask Ritsuka's permission," he said.

Soubi leaned over to the side, beside Demyx. Reaching under his pillow, he pulled free a cigarette and the book of matches. He was running so low, but it'd be worth sharing this once. If he could get Demyx to smoke it for him....oh just to smell the nicotine right now. If all else failed, he was smoking it himself, even if his neck split open from coughing and his head hung off his shoulders. Of course...there was a risk Demyx would become addicted and steal Soubi's smokes, in which case they would enemies.

"Care to start?" he asked. No point worrying about a life you didn't have, right?

Soubi wasn't liked by a lot of people, but before he went to Ritsuka he had only been openly hated by a select few. He supposed it must be quite awful to have the world against you. And understandable that you might cling to the few people who'd put up with you. "Hm," was about all he could say. It still didn't excuse the friendliness. Usually people were easily put off Soubi. Perhaps it just took a lot of pain to make Soubi human.

"Oh." Demyx tried not to show his disappointment too obviously, but it was hard to simultaneously feign an emotion without making it obvious. (And he couldn't just not act disappointed, which would've been the obvious solution; he lived in a constant state of unease that if he stopped reminding himself what emotions felt like and in what situations they were appropriate, he'd forget entirely.) He wasn't sure how likely it was that Ritsuka would grant permission. All the more reason to meet this guy, if his sitar was riding on him.

He watched curiously as Soubi fetched what turned out to be a pack of cigarettes. "How'd you get those past the nurses?" he asked, genuinely intrigued. Hell, where had they come from to begin with? Hiding them would be the easy part.

At the offer to actually take one, he hesitated. A part of him that remembered his old life, his old self, was appalled by the idea - lung cancer came prominently to mind and refused to go away. But a larger part of him - namely, the part that always wanted to please people and make friends, which was naturally larger since that had been part of both his old personality and continued to be part of his personality as a Nobody - didn't want to turn down a gesture of friendship from Soubi, not so soon after they'd become friends in the first place. Especially not from Soubi, who didn't seem as though he made friends every day. "I guess...?" he said finally, pushing aside his unease. "Thanks."

Soubi really didn't know what Ritsuka would think of the request. He'd probably be angry that Soubi asked, but...perhaps glad that Soubi was helping other people?

"They don't know," he smiled. Sadly there was a little of his old troublesome self in that smile. It was lopsided and lazy. "I got them from Patient Possessions..."

Soubi continued to smile as Demyx accepted the offer. He pulled one out the pack and held it up to Demyx, striking a match once it was taken. Ooh he could already taste it. The smell of the match burning sent a shiver down his spine. He'd needed this all day.

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.

Soubi leaned closer and breathed in deeply through his nose, a look of bliss trying to cross his tired face. So much better. He began to sway, barely able to hold himself up as he leaned closer still, eyes closed.

Demyx's eyes widened when Soubi swayed. "Hey, you alright?" he inquired worriedly. He didn't quite pick up on the man's proximity to him having anything to do with a cigarette yet; for all he knew, it was just another symptom of his roommate's balance being out of whack.

Soubi smiled, eyes still closed, and nodded. Leaning back, he rested his head on the bed and inhaled again. oh to relive that first ever smoke...

"How is it?" he asked.

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