The look of mischief in your eyes

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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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When Ienzo had decided to pursue field research of Mermen, he had no idea where it would lead him. It was unknown territory and he was eager to explore it, hoping it might be relevant to his mentors research into the heart and offer more insight into the general nature of magical creatures.

Though he had initially sworn to keep his distance, be unbiased and scientific... His curiosity had taken him down a road all its own and lead him to now; Namely sitting on the shoreline with a Merman's head resting in his lap. And Ienzo had absolutely no issue with it whatsoever.

Demyx had proven so many of his ideas had merit, even listened to his ramblings and answered his blunter questions with patience and even delighted amusement.

Their association had brought him so much new insight into so many subjects (The fact Mermans enjoyed music, even composed their was incredible!). Ienzo was equal parts grateful, excited and just. Happy. To have found his way here, to this unlikely friendship, so much so he'd found himself at the beach more and more over time.

Today, Ienzo found his eyes drawn to the delicate, pretty little antennae sprouting from Demyx's head. They appeared to have bio-luminescent qualities, and Ienzo was wondering; was it a simple reaction of special bacteria within the appendages that gave them their glow? Or was there another more intangible element, something connected to the balance of light and dark found within all things that-

The pointed nudge on his chest with a snout breaks his train of thought. Though, Ienzo isn't mad about it, finding himself chuckling instead.

"Oh-What gave me away?" Ienzo knew he had a habit of looking quite severe when deep in thought, angry even...it had its advantages and drawbacks when in the lab. He wasn't often disturbed...though sometimes it left people avoiding him, afraid of earning his non-existent ire.

Demyx, thankfully, wasn't put off by his habit. Though, Ienzo thought with amusement, he doubted a single look from him would cause the Merman to be intimidated.

"Your antennae caught my eye- got me thinking," he explains, giving one of the pair a gentle poke with his forefinger "Do you use them to hunt?" Ienzo tilts his head, fringe listing to the right and revealing a little more of his inquisitive smile.

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Ienzo stifles a laugh as Demyx's eyes turn comically inward for a few moments.

The face he's making is a goofy, almost human expression-though, Ienzo pauses a moment, inexplicably catching his own observation. Was it fair of him to think like that? 'Almost Human'... that made it sound like the Mer was trying to imitate in some way, when Ienzo had come to learn for a fact that Demyx's feelings and interests were all his own, pure and genuine.

Noting and accepting the sense of guilt that settled in his heart, Ienzo silently corrected himself. 'A familiar expression' felt like a better and more considerate description. Ienzo then focused, listening intently to Demyx's explanation.

"I see," he said with a nod "Intimidation and making an impression. How versatile,"

The mention of showing off piqued Ienzo's interest. What would such a display look like? It seemed likely Demyx would combine them with the other luminous patterns lining his scaly body... That'd surely be quite the sight.

At the mention of previous injury, Ienzo looked at the anglers again- he'd noticed the slight asymmetry a little while ago, though he'd never brought it up.

"It grew back? How interesting..." it sets his mind off again; 2 - 3 months to regenerate, with slight loss of size afterwards but functionality retained. Was it comparable to the regrowth of tails in certain reptiles? Did the feelers have a blood supply to aid in restoration-

"-Was it painful? When you lost it," the question slips out before Ienzo realizes, less curiosity and more instinctive.

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Now Ienzo did laugh; there was something adorable about the way Demyx used his fins to add emphasis to his emotions... Even if he was attempting to appear stricken in that current moment...

"Alright, I believe you," he chuckled, humoring his friend. Ienzo was then nudged as the Mer twists out of his lap and into a new pose. He takes a moment to marvel at the eel-like flexibility of Demyx's sinewy body, though he tilts his head at the pause that follows.

When Demyx's fingers close around (and dwarf) his palm, Ienzo can't help odd mix of awe and wonder that sets into his chest. The brush of his claw sets his skin tingling.

"Right," he breathes out. He lifts his gaze meeting Demyx's eyes. "So if it's like a cut to my finger...it'd definitely smart for a while, then,"

Ienzo looks thoughtful, finding he's not in a hurry to take his hand back. Demyx was warmer than he thought he'd be, skin smooth and just a little damp. Though Ienzo found he wasn't repulsed by the sensation at all.

His eyes wander back to the lures, the hand not clasped in Demyx's own drifting close to the pretty, glowing baubles at the end of the filaments. Though Ienzo stops himself before he touches them again.

"They certainly look delicate...Are they sensitive?" he looks sheepish, hoping the poke from before hadn't caused any discomfort.