[Muttering something to himself about bad luck and bad timing, Demyx drums short claws against the scales of his arm. Who'd have guessed he missed that by holing himself up in that apartment for a couple days?]
Did, uh... the people around town explain everything? The witches and stuff?
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[Muttering something to himself about bad luck and bad timing, Demyx drums short claws against the scales of his arm. Who'd have guessed he missed that by holing himself up in that apartment for a couple days?]
Did, uh... the people around town explain everything? The witches and stuff?