[Well. Technically, it is. Logically, he knows that they must have both been outside when all the moons aligned and the transformations hit, but... logic isn't the rule of the moment.
Instinct is. Feeling is. And what he does know is that Demyx was fairly helpless, as far as he was concerned, so he should have just gone home, but he hadn't.
Not that he minds in the least, when arms are looped around his neck, when he pulls back somewhat reluctantly to get a better look at new, catlike features. As for himself - there's a smoothness to his fur, now, and slightly less of a glow in his eyes, though he's still far from letting go. Quite the opposite, as hands slide over Demyx's hips to settle at his back as Isa holds him more securely.
...Oh. He's pretty soft. That's actually really nice, as he sinks fingers into his fur.]
[Even with a thin shirt and a thick layer of fur, the feeling of Isa's hands going down his sides and to his hips like that manages to elicit a sharp snort - the beginnings of laughter - that he immediately tries to stifle, along with a murmured 'ticklish' apology. Then he feels his hands stop at his back, and for a moment Demyx studies him with some uncertainty.
He always (secretly) prided himself on knowing when things were getting dicey, but this didn't quite feel like one of those situations. This isn't the Saix he knew from the Organization, and that's a good thing.]
Sooooo if you're not out here 'cause you wore yourself out using the corridors trying to get home, why are you out?
[One of his hands flexes against the fur on his shoulders, and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. As much as Demyx didn't want to admit it, there was something about this whole situation that made him feel safe. On edge, but safe.
And his tail shows it, too. It's no longer puffed up to try and look bigger, instead the end of it gently curls and waves behind him.]
[Demyx has a ticklish reaction to touch, and Isa's reaction to that in turn is... exasperated. Perhaps familiarly so, as he huffs a sigh and rolls his eyes, but then significantly different from anything that might be the norm as he tugs him closer, too.
Or. As much closer as he can pull him, at any rate, without outright scooping him up off his feet. The temptation for that is there, though he doesn't give in to it just yet.
Maybe the next time there's an impulse to bury his face in the ruff of fur around Demyx's neck he will, or maybe he'll have used a corridor himself to drag them back to his own apartment.]
Was looking for you.
[General 'you', in this case, sure, but... he still doesn't really feel the need to specify, either.]
[He must've misheard him. It must be the fur in his ears, because there's no way that's true. It just can't be. Demyx spends too much time trying to wrap his head around it that when he's pulled even closer, he doesn't hesitate in tightening his arms and burying his fingers in as much of that blue fur he can. He even contemplates burying his face into his shoulder, but he resists that little urge
For now.
After a few long moments, Demyx folds his ears back and forces the best bravado grin he can muster, if only to try and distract himself from how warm his face feels. Fortunately his fur seems thick enough to hide the pink that would surely be covering his cheeks if he were still human.]
I-I mean... I heard something about some nasty stuff happening on level three with three-headed dogs, and...
[Just. Going to confirm that Demyx heard him right. It is true - he'd been looking for someone, and once Demyx showed himself, he became the object of fixation. It's not quite as worthy of being flustered over as it might sound, but... it's something close.
He even makes a contented little sound when fingers bury themselves in his fur, just to make everything that much worse.]
Good thing we're not going to level three.
[Yeah, he'd kind of heard of that, too, and while the impulse was there to do a sweep of level three, just to gather up anyone who might be there, he was a bit distracted with the cat in his arms, as it turned out.]
Especially if you think you're useless right now.
[For once he... actually disagrees with that sentiment, though what use Demyx might have probably wouldn't be much good against three-headed dogs. One-headed ones, though? Demonstrably a different story.]
[Staying away from level three suits him just fine, his ears perking up as it all sinks in. He said we're, so that means he's going wherever Isa goes - or part of him hopes that's the case especially if there's a chance he'll be able to draw out another sound like the one he just made.
--Ah.
He doesn't know where that thought came from, but he pushes it down in favor smoothing some of Isa's fur down, fluffs it up, and smooths it down again.]
Where're we going? 'Cause wherever it is, I dunno if I can walk there on my own. Uh... Feet and all.
[Even with his tight grip on Isa, he teeters a bit when he leans to one side, bends one leg at the knee and wiggles his toes for effect.]
I feel like I'm walking on my toes and stilts at once.
[So Demyx might have pushed that thought down, but apparently he still acts on it all the same, because that fluffing-smoothing-fluffing sensation actually feels pretty nice. Enough that Isa lets his eyes slip closed as his ears droop somewhat, becoming less perked and alert as his tail starts to wag. Embarrassing.]
Hm?
[Right. Talking. So one eye cracks open as Demyx speaks, and then the other when he moves to stand on one foot, hold tightening as he teeters.]
Where's your place?
[He'll be 0% surprised if Demyx is in the same building he and Lea are, considering the killer beachfront views, but he still has to ask. There's the thought to take him back to their place, but there's no telling how long these transformations will last, and he'd rather Demyx be comfortably at home if they're going to be stuck like this for a week again.
And that whole walking issue? Solved, as he shifts his hold to loop an arm under Demyx's legs, scooping him up in his arms like some kind of cat princess and... promptly burying his face in the fluff of soft fur at his neck again, since it's right there and he'd been resisting the temptation for a little while now anyway.]
[Whatever he was about to say is cut short by a startled yelp, and while he's being moved up and around all Demyx can do is cling to his neck and shoulders. No matter how many times he's been dragged along by his arm by the other man or watched him fight with that massive claymore, he's always surprised by just how strong Isa is.
It's only after he's more or less settled that he relaxes and he's able to mumble off his apartment. He's right in that it's close to his and Lea's place at least - he'd be crazy to pass up a spot so close to the beach.
And then he's got Isa's face in his fur again. For a moment he looks at Isa as if he'd grown a second head and a set of horns, but eventually there's an odd sort of... rumbling sound coming from deep in his chest. It doesn't fully register to himself, but he's purring.
He has Isa's face in his fur and he's purring. Demyx doesn't dare let go to cover his face either, so he's left in his arms looking slightly mortified with himself. Why him?]
[So he could open up a corridor again - and he nearly does, when Demyx mumbles off his apartment. He's got a pretty good idea of where it is, after all, and he could get them close, if nothing else, but...
Then there's a very distinct and unmistakable sound coming from Demyx, along with an odd sort of... vibrating... from him, and it only takes Isa a second to realize that he's purring.
Sure, Demyx looks like a cat right now, but he's actually purring, and that gives him pause before he's nestling his face in a little closer so at least the smile that comes to his face can be hidden.
The surprisingly warm laugh can't be, though, even if it is muffled in Demyx's fur.]
What?
[Yeah, not even bothering to correct him, this time.]
[Well, smack his ass and call him Judy because that's a sound he never imagined he'd get to hear, let alone imagine. It's sweet. And with Isa's face so close he could probably hear his heart pounding away with the purrs, and he's yet again thankful for the fur being able to hide just how red his face is. Is it warm out here? No? Just him?
Crap.]
Dude, it's embarrassing...
[Doubly so when he's not 100% certain on whether or not Isa is laughing at him or something else, but Demyx also doesn't... push at him or say stop, either.
[...Okay, sure, it probably is, just like it's kind of embarrassing to have it pointed out when his tail wags, but somehow this is different. Because it's Demyx, and he does embarrassing things all the time? Because he was the one that made him start purring in the first place?
Something else?
Regardless, he can hear his heartbeat racing with the purrs, and so it's... probably for the best that he get him home, right? That means removing his face from that ruff of fur, but that's... okay. Not great, but okay. So he calls up a corridor and carries Demyx through it, spitting them out near enough to his apartment that 1) there's no one else around to see the kind of embarrassing display and 2) that smell coming off him seems even stronger, now that they're indoors, and it's absolutely coming from Demyx, too.
Huh.]
Hey, why do you smell so... [Different? Strange? Alluring? Sweet?] ...nice? Is that part of your 'moonblessing', or...
[He doesn't want to believe it's because they're, you know, basically a dog and a cat right now, but... it's a possibility.]
[He clings that much tighter as they go through the corridor, and he only relaxes once they're safely on the other side. When he tilts his head back to look at Isa, his brows furrow and his nose wrinkles for a split second as his question registers.
Smell? What sm--Oh, no.]
Eugh... I think it's got something to do with it, maybe?
[Squirming a little in his arms, Demyx finally gives in and rests his head on Isa's shoulder. It's... nice being held like this, but he doesn't want to admit it out loud. Not yet.]
Remember that first week people were changing? I got a pair of ears and stuff, and some guy said I smelled good. And he just sorta... sniffed me. [He makes a show of taking a deep breath and then he can't hold it, his upper lip curling in a grimace to show off his canines.] It totally weirded me out when he did it, too.
[So just like Demyx is not about to admit that it's nice being held, Isa isn't about to admit that it's nice to have him clinging tighter, and his head on his shoulder. That's just one more thing to put that possessiveness at ease, after all, and mentioning it might make him stop.
So he sets to looking for Demyx's apartment instead while he listens to him.
...And does he tense a bit when he hears about that rando going and just sniffing what's his? And that it weirded him out?
Yeah. He definitely does. But they're alone, so he can make the conscious effort to shove that away. It's fine. He's here.]
Ah. It probably does, then.
[And at least now they... know... about it? That's got to help with something... right?]
Sorry if mentioning it weirded you out.
[You know. Implying that he'd noticed enough to mention it in the first place, though that could just as easily be chalked up to his own changes.]
It's... different 'cause I know you. Or... I kinda know you? I think?
[Demyx doubts the Isa he knew before - Saix - would be this... tender, and the thought almost makes him shudder. No, the Isa he knew before was the opposite of the one he's looking at right now and as strange as it is, he vastly prefers this one.]
How bad is it, anyway? Does it stink? 'Cause I can't smell anything different about me.
[Just Isa, but it's faint and something he can't quite put his finger on.
Then again it could also be his nose playing tricks on him - he's been able to pick up on a lot of new and interesting smells since he changed, and most of them aren't 100% familiar.]
[They're... acquainted, at least, and even though he's vastly different to how he was before, he's still technically the same person. Just. You know. Trying to be a better person, instead of embracing emotionlessness.]
It's... good, actually. Kind of like I want to keep close because of it.
[Which is strange to think about, and the perfect storm along with his own changes.
But. Okay. Around the corner, up the stairs...]
You really wouldn't have been able to make it back on your own.
I'd either pass out in the street or end up falling on some guy again and get stuck dealing with that for the rest of the night. You... don't wanna know how many times I whiffed trying to walk out of the corridors on my own. Even that half-baked copy I made was barely holding it together.
[He was drained, and that wasn't a fun time. It's not as if he could knock back an ether or three either, but this sort of contact was strangely making him feel better than he was an hour ago.]
But, uh... You're not pulling my leg, are you? Is it actually good, or are you just saying that to make me feel better?
[Was that guy really not full of it? Jeez, this sure is climbing the list of Top Five Strangest Worlds fast.]
You'll have to ask Lea for advice on walking like this... he spent his week trying to figure it out.
[With uh. Limited success, but even so, some experience was better than no experience, and there wouldn't always be someone around to provide affection-based ethers - intentionally or not.]
I wouldn't do something like that, Demyx.
[He might be softer than he was, but... yeah, he's still not one for hollow reassurances.
...So yeah, definitely climbing into the list of Top Five Strangest Worlds.]
[He quickly cuts himself off and his ears shoot straight up, and Demyx uses Isa as leverage to lift himself up a bit as if he had just been shocked or bitten by something.
Hang on a second.]
Wait, Axel got stuck like this? How long did it take him to figure it out? What'd he turn into? Was he like me, too? Or did he look more like, uh...
[Demyx glances up to Isa's ears, and then back to his eyes. As tempting as it is to reach up and poke one of those ears, he behaves himself. Maybe once he has both feet on the floor he'll try it, but he's not ballsy enough to do it while he's still being carried.]
[Oh, wait - Demyx lifts himself up, and so Isa has to readjust his hold on him so he can stay just as securely perched as before. No big deal.]
He was just starting to figure it out when he turned back. And he was... a lot of things at once, but it was during the same week as my changes.
[You know. The week when Lea disappeared off the face of the earth and didn't show his face to anyone. That week.
And he does at least appreciate that Demyx doesn't poke his ears while they're walking, even if the glance does make them press back reflexively for a moment.]
[His ears flop back dramatically and his nose wrinkles at the revelation. A week? What if it took even longer? Demyx isn't sure if he'd be able to handle staying cooped up inside his apartment for more than two days let alone a week. Sure, there was plenty to do as far as entertainment went but even that could get pretty dull after awhile.]
So... he probably won't be able to show me too much, huh? 'Cause I saw him when I ended up with ears and a tail but he was totally normal. You know me, I've always been more of a visual learner.
[Leaning back a little in his arms, Demyx stretches his hand out to lightly drag the pads of his fingers across the wall as they head down the hall. To his credit his claws only snag on it two, maybe three times, and it was always right after bumping across a doorframe.]
[Well. To be entirely fair, Lea also spent time moping about his new appearance, and what if he never changed back and all that, along with relearning how to walk.]
We changed when the red moon was out, so if that happens again...
[Then Demyx could probably ask for a demonstration on like. The last day of Sanguis, and start practicing on the first day of Cordis. Or something like that.
Another shift to accommodate him leaning back, though Demyx does get a somewhat familiarly cross look whenever his claws catch on the wall. Don't do that, it's rude, but not egregious enough for a proper lecture.
He will set him down on his feet when they make it to his door, though, so he can let them in, even if he doesn't let go of him. The excuse would surely be that he doesn't want him to topple over, but... well.
They both know that's not the case.]
Oh, he's at- [INSERT THEIR ADDRESS without actually saying he's also living there, whoops.]
Do you think he'd mind? I could pay 'im back somehow, but I dunno what he'd want, y'know?
[He places one hand across Isa's forearm to make sure he's steady, and then he turns a bit to fuss with the doorknob. It sticks for a moment, so he gives it a sharp bump with his hip to open the door completely. There's a sheepish look for a moment as he looks back up at Isa, takes a shaky half-step inside, and tilts his head.]
You, uh... wanna hang here for awhile, by the way? I kinda owe you one too, after all.
[Or two, really. It's one thing to get him back home and it's another thing entirely to carry him.]
[The response is quick, like Isa doesn't even have to think about it, because... well, he doesn't. Lea has a sweet tooth, and his favorite treat is ice cream. Simple as that. Sea salt being the favorite flavor, but really... most would do just fine. Bring over a box or a tub and he'll probably be sufficiently bribed.
And if that's not enough, a 'pretty please'? Would probably push it the rest of the way there.
But he does make sure to keep Demyx steady as he fiddles with the door, watching him sharply when he takes that shaky step and it's really more a testament to his willpower and desire to be at least somewhat polite that he waits for the invitation to come in before sweeping him back into his arms.
...Look, it won't do to have carried him all the way here only for him to trip over his own paws and crack his nose on the coffee table. Or something.]
[Ice cream, huh? It sounds like some things never changed from the Organization days. He's pretty sure he has a tub of that blue moon brand still unopened tucked away in the back of the freezer, so maybe that could be of some use.
He's quickly brought out of his thought when he hears Isa accept, and for a moment he simply stares. Then he snaps out of that too, and takes another step back all while holding onto the frame with one hand.
It's something Demyx hadn't expected to hear, but with the way his ears perk and his tail sways behind him, it's welcomed. Why? He doesn't know yet.]
Y-Yeah? Well, uh...
[The tip of his tail flicks twice as it all sinks in, only looking back once to give his apartment a brief once-over. Aside from an extra shirt or two strewn across the living room and his coat having been thrown over the coffee table by the Dusks earlier, it's fine.
It's not perfect, but it's fine. Really, it's not all that much different from his old room back in the Castle.]
C'mon? We can... I dunno, do whatever you wanna do, 'cause I don't have a ton of stuff yet.
[Yep, ice cream. Honestly, if he wasn't around to cook, Isa wouldn't put it past Lea to have ice cream for every meal.
But that doesn't matter right now, with Demyx inviting him in and then... being shocked when he accepts? Well, he does suppose it might seem a bit odd for him to actively want to spend more time with him than he already had, but... he does.
He doesn't want to leave him alone, either, which is perhaps the more pressing issue.
So. He steps in, offering an arm to Demyx because he can't very well cling to the doorframe forever, and can't help but let his gaze scan over the place.
It's not as messy as he thought it would be, but like he said... Demyx doesn't have a lot of stuff yet.]
...Is it odd that I just want to be near you?
[Is it odd that he just kind of sort of maybe suggested Netflix and Chill?]
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[Well. Technically, it is. Logically, he knows that they must have both been outside when all the moons aligned and the transformations hit, but... logic isn't the rule of the moment.
Instinct is. Feeling is. And what he does know is that Demyx was fairly helpless, as far as he was concerned, so he should have just gone home, but he hadn't.
Not that he minds in the least, when arms are looped around his neck, when he pulls back somewhat reluctantly to get a better look at new, catlike features. As for himself - there's a smoothness to his fur, now, and slightly less of a glow in his eyes, though he's still far from letting go. Quite the opposite, as hands slide over Demyx's hips to settle at his back as Isa holds him more securely.
...Oh. He's pretty soft. That's actually really nice, as he sinks fingers into his fur.]
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He always (secretly) prided himself on knowing when things were getting dicey, but this didn't quite feel like one of those situations. This isn't the Saix he knew from the Organization, and that's a good thing.]
Sooooo if you're not out here 'cause you wore yourself out using the corridors trying to get home, why are you out?
[One of his hands flexes against the fur on his shoulders, and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. As much as Demyx didn't want to admit it, there was something about this whole situation that made him feel safe. On edge, but safe.
And his tail shows it, too. It's no longer puffed up to try and look bigger, instead the end of it gently curls and waves behind him.]
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Or. As much closer as he can pull him, at any rate, without outright scooping him up off his feet. The temptation for that is there, though he doesn't give in to it just yet.
Maybe the next time there's an impulse to bury his face in the ruff of fur around Demyx's neck he will, or maybe he'll have used a corridor himself to drag them back to his own apartment.]
Was looking for you.
[General 'you', in this case, sure, but... he still doesn't really feel the need to specify, either.]
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[He must've misheard him. It must be the fur in his ears, because there's no way that's true. It just can't be. Demyx spends too much time trying to wrap his head around it that when he's pulled even closer, he doesn't hesitate in tightening his arms and burying his fingers in as much of that blue fur he can. He even contemplates burying his face into his shoulder, but he resists that little urge
For now.
After a few long moments, Demyx folds his ears back and forces the best bravado grin he can muster, if only to try and distract himself from how warm his face feels. Fortunately his fur seems thick enough to hide the pink that would surely be covering his cheeks if he were still human.]
I-I mean... I heard something about some nasty stuff happening on level three with three-headed dogs, and...
[Light, this is stupid. Words are stupid--]
I'm kinda useless right now, yeah?
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[Just. Going to confirm that Demyx heard him right. It is true - he'd been looking for someone, and once Demyx showed himself, he became the object of fixation. It's not quite as worthy of being flustered over as it might sound, but... it's something close.
He even makes a contented little sound when fingers bury themselves in his fur, just to make everything that much worse.]
Good thing we're not going to level three.
[Yeah, he'd kind of heard of that, too, and while the impulse was there to do a sweep of level three, just to gather up anyone who might be there, he was a bit distracted with the cat in his arms, as it turned out.]
Especially if you think you're useless right now.
[For once he... actually disagrees with that sentiment, though what use Demyx might have probably wouldn't be much good against three-headed dogs. One-headed ones, though? Demonstrably a different story.]
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--Ah.
He doesn't know where that thought came from, but he pushes it down in favor smoothing some of Isa's fur down, fluffs it up, and smooths it down again.]
Where're we going? 'Cause wherever it is, I dunno if I can walk there on my own. Uh... Feet and all.
[Even with his tight grip on Isa, he teeters a bit when he leans to one side, bends one leg at the knee and wiggles his toes for effect.]
I feel like I'm walking on my toes and stilts at once.
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Hm?
[Right. Talking. So one eye cracks open as Demyx speaks, and then the other when he moves to stand on one foot, hold tightening as he teeters.]
Where's your place?
[He'll be 0% surprised if Demyx is in the same building he and Lea are, considering the killer beachfront views, but he still has to ask. There's the thought to take him back to their place, but there's no telling how long these transformations will last, and he'd rather Demyx be comfortably at home if they're going to be stuck like this for a week again.
And that whole walking issue? Solved, as he shifts his hold to loop an arm under Demyx's legs, scooping him up in his arms like some kind of cat princess and... promptly burying his face in the fluff of soft fur at his neck again, since it's right there and he'd been resisting the temptation for a little while now anyway.]
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[Whatever he was about to say is cut short by a startled yelp, and while he's being moved up and around all Demyx can do is cling to his neck and shoulders. No matter how many times he's been dragged along by his arm by the other man or watched him fight with that massive claymore, he's always surprised by just how strong Isa is.
It's only after he's more or less settled that he relaxes and he's able to mumble off his apartment. He's right in that it's close to his and Lea's place at least - he'd be crazy to pass up a spot so close to the beach.
And then he's got Isa's face in his fur again. For a moment he looks at Isa as if he'd grown a second head and a set of horns, but eventually there's an odd sort of... rumbling sound coming from deep in his chest. It doesn't fully register to himself, but he's purring.
He has Isa's face in his fur and he's purring. Demyx doesn't dare let go to cover his face either, so he's left in his arms looking slightly mortified with himself. Why him?]
Saiiiiiiiiiix!
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Then there's a very distinct and unmistakable sound coming from Demyx, along with an odd sort of... vibrating... from him, and it only takes Isa a second to realize that he's purring.
Sure, Demyx looks like a cat right now, but he's actually purring, and that gives him pause before he's nestling his face in a little closer so at least the smile that comes to his face can be hidden.
The surprisingly warm laugh can't be, though, even if it is muffled in Demyx's fur.]
What?
[Yeah, not even bothering to correct him, this time.]
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Crap.]
Dude, it's embarrassing...
[Doubly so when he's not 100% certain on whether or not Isa is laughing at him or something else, but Demyx also doesn't... push at him or say stop, either.
The attention is pretty nice, after all.]
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[...Okay, sure, it probably is, just like it's kind of embarrassing to have it pointed out when his tail wags, but somehow this is different. Because it's Demyx, and he does embarrassing things all the time? Because he was the one that made him start purring in the first place?
Something else?
Regardless, he can hear his heartbeat racing with the purrs, and so it's... probably for the best that he get him home, right? That means removing his face from that ruff of fur, but that's... okay. Not great, but okay. So he calls up a corridor and carries Demyx through it, spitting them out near enough to his apartment that 1) there's no one else around to see the kind of embarrassing display and 2) that smell coming off him seems even stronger, now that they're indoors, and it's absolutely coming from Demyx, too.
Huh.]
Hey, why do you smell so... [Different? Strange? Alluring? Sweet?] ...nice? Is that part of your 'moonblessing', or...
[He doesn't want to believe it's because they're, you know, basically a dog and a cat right now, but... it's a possibility.]
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Smell? What sm--Oh, no.]
Eugh... I think it's got something to do with it, maybe?
[Squirming a little in his arms, Demyx finally gives in and rests his head on Isa's shoulder. It's... nice being held like this, but he doesn't want to admit it out loud. Not yet.]
Remember that first week people were changing? I got a pair of ears and stuff, and some guy said I smelled good. And he just sorta... sniffed me. [He makes a show of taking a deep breath and then he can't hold it, his upper lip curling in a grimace to show off his canines.] It totally weirded me out when he did it, too.
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So he sets to looking for Demyx's apartment instead while he listens to him.
...And does he tense a bit when he hears about that rando going and just sniffing what's his? And that it weirded him out?
Yeah. He definitely does. But they're alone, so he can make the conscious effort to shove that away. It's fine. He's here.]
Ah. It probably does, then.
[And at least now they... know... about it? That's got to help with something... right?]
Sorry if mentioning it weirded you out.
[You know. Implying that he'd noticed enough to mention it in the first place, though that could just as easily be chalked up to his own changes.]
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[Demyx doubts the Isa he knew before - Saix - would be this... tender, and the thought almost makes him shudder. No, the Isa he knew before was the opposite of the one he's looking at right now and as strange as it is, he vastly prefers this one.]
How bad is it, anyway? Does it stink? 'Cause I can't smell anything different about me.
[Just Isa, but it's faint and something he can't quite put his finger on.
Then again it could also be his nose playing tricks on him - he's been able to pick up on a lot of new and interesting smells since he changed, and most of them aren't 100% familiar.]
--Ah, 'round the corner and up the stairs here.
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[They're... acquainted, at least, and even though he's vastly different to how he was before, he's still technically the same person. Just. You know. Trying to be a better person, instead of embracing emotionlessness.]
It's... good, actually. Kind of like I want to keep close because of it.
[Which is strange to think about, and the perfect storm along with his own changes.
But. Okay. Around the corner, up the stairs...]
You really wouldn't have been able to make it back on your own.
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[He was drained, and that wasn't a fun time. It's not as if he could knock back an ether or three either, but this sort of contact was strangely making him feel better than he was an hour ago.]
But, uh... You're not pulling my leg, are you? Is it actually good, or are you just saying that to make me feel better?
[Was that guy really not full of it? Jeez, this sure is climbing the list of Top Five Strangest Worlds fast.]
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[With uh. Limited success, but even so, some experience was better than no experience, and there wouldn't always be someone around to provide affection-based ethers - intentionally or not.]
I wouldn't do something like that, Demyx.
[He might be softer than he was, but... yeah, he's still not one for hollow reassurances.
...So yeah, definitely climbing into the list of Top Five Strangest Worlds.]
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[He quickly cuts himself off and his ears shoot straight up, and Demyx uses Isa as leverage to lift himself up a bit as if he had just been shocked or bitten by something.
Hang on a second.]
Wait, Axel got stuck like this? How long did it take him to figure it out? What'd he turn into? Was he like me, too? Or did he look more like, uh...
[Demyx glances up to Isa's ears, and then back to his eyes. As tempting as it is to reach up and poke one of those ears, he behaves himself. Maybe once he has both feet on the floor he'll try it, but he's not ballsy enough to do it while he's still being carried.]
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He was just starting to figure it out when he turned back. And he was... a lot of things at once, but it was during the same week as my changes.
[You know. The week when Lea disappeared off the face of the earth and didn't show his face to anyone. That week.
And he does at least appreciate that Demyx doesn't poke his ears while they're walking, even if the glance does make them press back reflexively for a moment.]
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So... he probably won't be able to show me too much, huh? 'Cause I saw him when I ended up with ears and a tail but he was totally normal. You know me, I've always been more of a visual learner.
[Leaning back a little in his arms, Demyx stretches his hand out to lightly drag the pads of his fingers across the wall as they head down the hall. To his credit his claws only snag on it two, maybe three times, and it was always right after bumping across a doorframe.]
...Where's he living, anyway?
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We changed when the red moon was out, so if that happens again...
[Then Demyx could probably ask for a demonstration on like. The last day of Sanguis, and start practicing on the first day of Cordis. Or something like that.
Another shift to accommodate him leaning back, though Demyx does get a somewhat familiarly cross look whenever his claws catch on the wall. Don't do that, it's rude, but not egregious enough for a proper lecture.
He will set him down on his feet when they make it to his door, though, so he can let them in, even if he doesn't let go of him. The excuse would surely be that he doesn't want him to topple over, but... well.
They both know that's not the case.]
Oh, he's at- [INSERT THEIR ADDRESS without actually saying he's also living there, whoops.]
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[He places one hand across Isa's forearm to make sure he's steady, and then he turns a bit to fuss with the doorknob. It sticks for a moment, so he gives it a sharp bump with his hip to open the door completely. There's a sheepish look for a moment as he looks back up at Isa, takes a shaky half-step inside, and tilts his head.]
You, uh... wanna hang here for awhile, by the way? I kinda owe you one too, after all.
[Or two, really. It's one thing to get him back home and it's another thing entirely to carry him.]
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[The response is quick, like Isa doesn't even have to think about it, because... well, he doesn't. Lea has a sweet tooth, and his favorite treat is ice cream. Simple as that. Sea salt being the favorite flavor, but really... most would do just fine. Bring over a box or a tub and he'll probably be sufficiently bribed.
And if that's not enough, a 'pretty please'? Would probably push it the rest of the way there.
But he does make sure to keep Demyx steady as he fiddles with the door, watching him sharply when he takes that shaky step and it's really more a testament to his willpower and desire to be at least somewhat polite that he waits for the invitation to come in before sweeping him back into his arms.
...Look, it won't do to have carried him all the way here only for him to trip over his own paws and crack his nose on the coffee table. Or something.]
Yeah, I do.
[You. Really don't have to ask him twice.]
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He's quickly brought out of his thought when he hears Isa accept, and for a moment he simply stares. Then he snaps out of that too, and takes another step back all while holding onto the frame with one hand.
It's something Demyx hadn't expected to hear, but with the way his ears perk and his tail sways behind him, it's welcomed. Why? He doesn't know yet.]
Y-Yeah? Well, uh...
[The tip of his tail flicks twice as it all sinks in, only looking back once to give his apartment a brief once-over. Aside from an extra shirt or two strewn across the living room and his coat having been thrown over the coffee table by the Dusks earlier, it's fine.
It's not perfect, but it's fine. Really, it's not all that much different from his old room back in the Castle.]
C'mon? We can... I dunno, do whatever you wanna do, 'cause I don't have a ton of stuff yet.
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But that doesn't matter right now, with Demyx inviting him in and then... being shocked when he accepts? Well, he does suppose it might seem a bit odd for him to actively want to spend more time with him than he already had, but... he does.
He doesn't want to leave him alone, either, which is perhaps the more pressing issue.
So. He steps in, offering an arm to Demyx because he can't very well cling to the doorframe forever, and can't help but let his gaze scan over the place.
It's not as messy as he thought it would be, but like he said... Demyx doesn't have a lot of stuff yet.]
...Is it odd that I just want to be near you?
[Is it odd that he just kind of sort of maybe suggested Netflix and Chill?]
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