

HandsDemyx likes watching Vexen work in the lab. Whenever he isnt on a mission or practicing his sitar in his room, he enjoys coming down to the chilly basement just to watch the scientist work. Vexen doesnt seem to mind all that much, as long as IX stays quiet and doesnt get in the way. So Demyx does just that. He sits off to the side and watches, staying quiet and observant.Hands
Hands have always fascinated the sitar player. He likes to watch the others work with their hands. Xigbars steadiness as he takes aim with his guns, Luxords graceful flicks of his wrist as he shuffles and passes out cards, Zex


SnowWhats snow like? Namine asked.Snow
Vexen paused in his paperwork and turned his head to the small blonde girl looking up at him with curious eyes. Pardon?
Whats snow like? She repeated softly. Ive never seen it.
The scientist frowned and set down his pen, turning fully in his chair to look at Namine. The gril was seated next to him with an open textbook on the floor at her feet and her open sketchbook in her lap. A half-finished sketch of a minor head laceration from a picture in the book decorated the clean white page.  

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