"Blush" (cause I'm a lil shit)
Well, this hasn’t happened in ages. Demyx is stuck. Demyx had been sure getting stuck while getting dressed was years behind him. The fact that it has happened again is just embarrassing.
Demyx had been tired of the tank tops he had been wearing for the last two weeks. He figured trying on one of the tighter fitting t-shirts would be fine. It wasn’t like he was putting on a binder. His chest was still just a bunch of bruises. But they weren’t as bad as they were when he first woke up.
He was able to walk to the living room and the kitchen just fine now. He had just finished showering too. Ienzo had been insisting he take baths to avoid the risk of falling. Regardless this had probably been a bad idea when he could still barely lift his arms past 90 degrees.
And now he was stuck. Arms at a weird angle, unable to move without it hurting, shirt half on, and hair still wet. Demyx sighs.
He doesn’t turn when he hears his door open. “Give me a minute!” Hopefully, they’ll hurry to turn around and not notice him being stuck.