WHEN MYDE OPENS the door with a smile on his face, ienzo can’t help but smile back, a reflex action when they see how happy he seems. they don’t think they have ever had that effect on someone before ( not that they would remember much if they had, since most of their memories are lost to them ) and something about it makes them feel warm inside. they step into the room, and really, they wouldn’t have noticed the mess had myde not mentioned it, and it could be a lot worse. ❝ it’s fine, you haven’t seen my room with all of my books spread across the floor yet. ❞ they don’t catch themselves before saying ❛ yet ❜, but they can’t help but pause once the word is out of their mouth. they wonder if myde noticed the unintentional ( but still valid, if it’s wanted ) promise in it. they forget about it for the moment, just in time to hear myde’s rambling, and they smile just a little more at it. ❝ i don’t mind either way, it doesn’t bother me. ❞ there is something almost endearing about how much he is worrying about things, since they feel as if it’s always their job to be overly-cautious.
they will always deny the way their stomach flips at the idea of inspiring another person’s music in a positive way. at least, they assume it’s positive, as they don’t think myde would have invited them over if it wasn’t. ❝ i’m honoured. i can’t say i know much about music, ❞ from a composer’s perspective, anyway, ❝ but i’m sure i’ll like it. ❞ love it, more like. they don’t think they could ever think one of myde’s songs are bad, from what they’ve heard of him, though that could just be them charging in blind and not knowing enough.
❛ i like singing for you. ❜ it’s only five words, yet they cause their face to flush, and they bow their head slightly in order to hide it. they don’t think it will work all that well, though. when they hear the apology ( they decide they don’t have the capacity to deal with being told they’re important to someone, not just yet ), they shake their head. ❝ there’s no reason for you to be sorry. just… pretend i’m not here ?? if that helps. ❞ they don’t know how to make the situation better, but they’re trying anyway.
it’s mildly unsettling to feel his own heartbeat now , he decides last minute , because it feels like it’s going to burst . and the prospect of being in their room adds to the warmth blooming across his own face . momentarily , he can’t help but wonder if ienzo still likes the same kind of books .
with a slight nod , myde makes another quick decision as he scrambles to retrieve his notebook . “ actually , we might be better off in my room . you know , in case my roommate decides to come home early and makes it ... weird . ” of course while it’s a possibility , there’s an inkling of doubt that it’ll happen . “ and now that i think about it , my bed is a lot more comfortable to relax on than the couch . ” it is , in his opinion , so when the words come out of his mouth he doesn’t think twice . myde’s once more grinning . “ c’mon ! it’s just over here . ” though he pauses again as he turns , glancing over his shoulder . “ for the record , i don’t know if i can pretend you’re not here — i mean , in theory i can , but that defeats the purpose ! i wanted you to come for a reason . ” whatever the reason is , other than just wanting to be near them .
as he guides them into his bedroom — primarily white with varying shades of blue and a bunch of dumb music posters plastered on the walls — he sighs to himself . man , demyx wishes he had arpeggio still . maybe then it’d be easier to kick-start some of ienzo’s memories like this ! not that it’s his goal right now ( right now he really just wants to play music for them ) , but for future reference maybe it would’ve helped . maybe . he played it loud and frequently enough in the organization , there’s literally no way someone can forget the distinctive sound . “ make yourself at home ! my room is your room . ” as he says it , his eyes catch glimpse of something draped across his chair . myde freezes for a second , forgetting that in the midst of things he didn’t actually put his organization cloak into a secure spot . he didn’t mean to leave it out in the open ! old memories of it after finally getting it back started getting the best of him ; while most of those weren’t positive memories , they were his nonetheless . but he chuckles again , this time more nervous about what could happen if ( when ) ienzo sees it .
in different circumstances , demyx wouldn’t have cared . though , is it more suspicious to shove it away quickly , or to act like nothing’s wrong ? because really , something is only wrong if someone addresses it , right ? that sounds arguably dubious , but it’s one thing he doesn’t care about currently . so he chooses to ignore it as if it’s not there . and should ienzo bring it up , that’s another story . his eyes finally leave the fabric and he sits down on his bed , setting the notebook down beside him to pick up his guitar . “ ready whenever you are ... ! ” he’s not , but when’s that ever stopped him ?
