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29. Scars
Demyx jolted when he felt something— someone —press against his back, more specifically on the jagged, keyhole-like scar that laid right behind where his ‘heart’ was. The scar itself was constantly sensitive to the touch, aching now and then, and had sent a small jolt through him, but it was hard to tell if it was a positive one or not.
Turning around to see what happened, he held back a small yelp at seeing the troll girl again. While she wasn’t bad, she was slightly uncomfortable to be around, especially considering he didn’t understand most of what she said. Moving to grab his shirt, he gave her a suspicious look.
"How’d you get in my room exactly…?"
Damara gave a low cackle, sitting near Demyx with one leg crossed over the other. A smile spread across her face as she stared at the Nobody, her black and yellow eyes glowing creepily.
"I have ways," she replied in her stilted English. "Confidential, however."
She just slipped in through the shadows of the room. When one is a being of darkness, it is very easy to move around...








