" I transferred from a Music Academy, Uematsu High." He paused for a moment. "I really loved it there...but they had to close it down do to a fire. I don't think they will ever get it up and running again." It truly was unfortunate. All of those instruments...all of the musicians losing everything they had. He felt a little sick thinking about it... But he was at a party and in the presence of another. To do something other than smile would have made this situation awkward. "Uh...but yea... I am here now!" He forced a smile on his face. "Where did you transfer from?"
"An all boy's private high school," he said. "Rumiki," he supplied as the name. It was a rather obscure private high, but that was fine with him. He had heard a bit about he school this Demyx had gone too, though he had not heard of the fire or its resulting closure. "Um, yeah," Saix said, finally coming to sit on the couch, trying to be small and insignificant. He really didn't want to be here as it got steadily more crowded, and was in fact, a bit uncomfortable. He was used to big groups at school and stuff, but that was so impersonal. It was the same of his father's parties. This was...well, it wasn't new really, but it was different. In fact, he hoped he could find a way to get to the veranda or the balcony or just outside really. Being in a place he couldn't have the upper hand in made him twitchy.((OOC: I'll try to be on AIM XD - but keep posting and I shall reply ~ ))
"Hmm..." Demyx wasn't sure what to say. He had heard many things about All Boy schools...which none of them were very pleasant. Bringing it up with this guy just didn't seem like a good idea. He shook his head, deciding not to think about it. The fact that Saix had came and sat down next to him sort of made his heart jump. He wasn't sure why. There was just something odd about the other mans presence. Demyx still felt a little intimidated by him. He wasn't much of a talker...and by the way Saix was acting he didn't seem like much of a talker either. There were other people coming in...He could go try to interact with them. But then, no. He just wasn't in the mood. He always had this fear of saying something stupid...and the more people the worse. He just sort of wanted to go outside. He started to get up from the couch, but then he remember that he was sort of having somewhat of a conversation with this, Saix, guy. Perhaps he should ask him to come with?"Uh..Do you know this house at all? I just sort of want to get some air or go somewhere a little less populated or something... I mean, you don't have to go or anything, but if you want to it's cool...or not." Demyx was annoyed at the fact that he couldn't make up his mind of whether or not he wanted Saix to go with him. He felt obligated to ask, but then if he had said no, he would have felt stupid.
Saix turned and let his golden eyes walk up and down Demyx again. In his mind, he was jumping for joy. So, the boy really WAS sane. Hallelujah! Of course, years of private high school and his father had given him the gift (or something like it) of being able to keep his face looking like nothing more than unemetional mask on some actor. At times this was good and bad, and that little voice in the back of his head was telling him emotion would be GOOD right now, but the little voice was overrided and so the mask remained."Yeah, I'll come with," he said, rising and running a hand through his longish blue hair, his insides wanting him to pounce Demyx in thanks for getting him out. He kept them cages though, and calmy walked out of the house onto the lawn, breathing in the wide open space.
Demyx, at first, sat down on the grass, but soon he decided to lay down. It really was comfortable. He wondered what sort of grass it was. They must have watered it often to keep it so green and soft. He sighed streatching himself out."I didn't really want to come in the first place." He started. He didn't know why he decided to confess this to Saix, probably because he sort of had this nagging feeling that the other man didn't really want to be there either. "I am not much of a people person...or a party person for that matter."((No worries if you don't get on AIM..as long as you keep posting!))
"Me neither," was the simple, verbal reply. Though, perhaps some of the edge was taken off, some of the hate that warded off others from hearing what he felt.With a sigh, he sat down next to Demyx, keeping about six feet between them, watching cars go by and watching the sky slowly begin to darken, turning a dark blue, then yellow, orange, red, and even a bit of violet at the very edge.
Demyx rolled his head to the side looking at the blue-haired man. He sat so far away, but for good reason probably. He then looked up at the sky and smiled. The way the colors of the sky sort of meshed together like that was really pretty. It reminded him of a series of music notes, stacking themselves on top of each other, and creating a new chord. He then mentally slapped himself for incorporating everything into music. He really needed to get a life.Or a girlfriend or something... "So... You have a girlfriend? It seems like you would...especially after being forced to be around nothing but guys for so long." He laughed nervously.
Saix shrugged. "No," he said flatly. "I guess I never had time. Always had schoolwork, kendo class, or work," he said, shrugging his shoulder, golden eyes fixed on watching the sky change colors. It wasn't like his father would have approved of such a relationship anyways unless he had picked out the girl, and all the ones he DID pick were bimbos with no more sense than a grape. In fact, that was insulting the grape.
"Yea.. i know that feeling. It feels like all i do is practice." He laughed, thinking about what his private teacher always told him. "Practice practice practice... If you wanna be someone, you gotta practice." Demyx groaned at the thought of his voice. Sometimes it grew on his nerves. He rarely got out, and when he did it was always related to music. Gigs, recitals, concerts, rehearsals... He never had time for anyone or anything else. Hell! His best friend so far was his teacher! "I need to get a life or something..." He closed his eyes and sighed once again. Why couldn't he be more social like everyone else. He then realized he had been talking alot. Saix probably didn't care. "Sorry...sometimes i forget i am talking. Don't mind me." He mumbled.
Saix shrugged. "S'okay," he replied, picking at the seam of his shirt, which read 'My Homeboy Can Kick Your Homeboy's Ass'. He forgot where he had gotten it, but it annoyed his dad and that was all that mattered. It was odd. Demyx hadn't gotten on his nerves yet. Well, neither had Tidus when they had hung out - at least not as much as most people did. In fact, he'd have to say he didn't MIND hanging with Tidus, which was strange, and he had the same sort of feeling with this Demyx guy. Hn. Might as well run with it."You said gigs?" he said, diving further in.