conversegirl1231

The morning was grey and blank through the window that Demyx sat behind, staring as the world began it's usual run-through of waking up grey and remaining that way throughout the entirety of the day. He sighed.  He could tell today was going to be slow and boring, one of those days that you silently hoped to just sleep through.  But he knew he couldn't sleep.  Even if he wanted to, even if he tried.  He ran another finger absent-mindedly down the strings of his Sitar, a small and bubbly note erupting from the strum. He smiled.  That was the one thing that could always bring him above these 'grey days'.  A nice little cheery tune.  He figure