He stands up, closes his eyes in concentration- not that he needed to, but it helped- and when he opens them, he raises his arm up straight into the air. This would be all show, and completely irrelevant, except for the fact that thousands of water molecules are joining together, to form droplets, and those drops are coming together right above Demyx's hand, in the shape of a bubble.
And then it pops.
Most bubbles do not have sitars in them, but this one appears to be unique. The familiar instrument falls out, Demyx gripping the neck, and swinging it around. He can hardly ever help exclaiming his excitement when he does this.
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Date: 2011-05-23 04:35 am (UTC)And then it pops.
Most bubbles do not have sitars in them, but this one appears to be unique. The familiar instrument falls out, Demyx gripping the neck, and swinging it around. He can hardly ever help exclaiming his excitement when he does this.
"Alright!"