Fifth floor common room - late Saturday

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Demyx was already curled up in his bed when Fry came in, but he ignored his bizarre roommate and pretended to be asleep. He gave it about fifteen minutes to make sure the vapid redhead was asleep (or so he hoped), then got up and headed out into the hall and to the common room.

Ever since his 'death', he'd been on an odd sleeping schedule. And he wanted to just curl up on the couch and think for a while. He still missed his friends - old and new alike - and was feeling more than a little miserable.