The look of mischief in your eyes

[synchroswim]

There weren't many humans Demyx associated with these days. It's something that could easily be changed whenever he pleased - having multiple forms had their advantage - but he never felt the need to do so. The way he looked at it, he had everything he could ever want right here.

A heavy sigh slips from his throat, his head unmoving in Ienzo's lap as he shifts his body around to curl in a semi-circle behind his back. He could touch the end of his snout with his tail if he chose to, but instead he splays its fins out, curls his tail up, and lets it drop to the ground with a gentle plop.

There was something comforting about watching (or even listening) to his new friend - his human - work, and while he didn't understand most of it, the Mer at least understood his passion. It's the same sort of passion he felt towards music. It's part of him, and while it's difficult to play anything other than Arpeggio these days, he still enjoys it.

After a long bout of silence, he turns his head up to bump his human's chest with his snout and softly slaps his tail against the ground again.

"You look like you're thinking about something again, 'enzo~♪"

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[truescholar]

Ienzo nods, then fleetingly wonders if he should've waited to give Demyx the gift since they'll be going somewhere. Though the image of him walking with the jar in his mouth is, endearingly comical and he'd be lying if he said didn't want to see it. Still he'd happily put the jar back in his bag if Demyx asked.

"It's alright, I trust you," he answers, and he means it. Ienzo pauses a moment, stooping down to tug his shoes off. He's learnt over time its easier walking in sand without them.

"I might take you up on a lift if I get tired, but hopefully it won't come to that," he adds, with a teasing lilt. He straightens up, tucking his shoes into his bag.

"Lead the way," he says with a smile.