"Alright! A music man! I'm a musician, myself." Demyx clapped enthusiastically, grin widening in obvious approval. This was a lot better than he could have hoped for, really. He'd been hoping mostly that he'd be getting someone cool, someone easy--that given his understudy would be a kid, they wouldn't be so stuck up and grouchy as his normal coworkers. He hadn't expected to be lucky enough to get someone else with a taste for music, that was just icing on the cake. And he never would have known, if he hadn't planned for them to talk a little right off the bat! See? You just had to ask people sometimes. Ask, and ye shall receive.

Ask, and more rarely, ye shall receive something far better than a lance or claymore to the face. Damn shame that was what he ended up with most of the time.

Anyway! He wasn't here to think about those jerks that bossed them around. He was here talking to the new kid. Demyx rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forward to settle his chin into his hands. Nice, nice, it all sounded pretty standard, just the sort of thing he'd expect from a guy Kousyxe's age. "I getcha, I getcha. Sounds kinda nice, if boring. You and the others are pretty good friends, then? Or did you all just get unlucky enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time?"