# it can be quite fun
# but all those accounts are kinda dying too
# especially Saix
# Oh wow nice
# I do other KH characters IU
# and Saix
# I did too
# Though I was really bad at remembering to come on here ^^;
# I have too many accounts...
# Pft I left way too soon after posting that
# (( I'm so sorry that I ws gone so long ))
# (( I'm a horrible person ;~; ))
# HEY LOOK!
# I THOUGHT OF A REPLY!
# Oh my god please don't kill me
He was encouraged and reassured by the other’s smile; it wasn’t too bright or sarcastic by any means, it was actually a nice smile, one that Zexion could trust. The blonde seemed genuine and the other teen decided to try a bit harder. It was clear that his uneasiness was showing, something that didn’t usually help the conversations the slate-haired one managed to have.
Demyx was the most easygoing person Zexion had met so far. Of course this was just the first impression he got and he couldn’t be sure if the blonde was actually like that. But he was clearly different from the cheery brunette he had talked - Sora was his name and certainly different from Marluxia and Joshua. Which was more than good, Zexion didn’t know how he could’ve handled more people like those two.
As he listened to the other’s explanation, Zexion tried to form an idea of ‘Extreme Procrastination’, but Demyx’s words were a bit… vague. Slowly he nodded. “I see. It must be quite hard for you sometimes”, he didn’t pity or feel sympathetic towards the other; it was simply an observation. He himself was quite hard working, bordering workaholic sometimes, and he couldn’t imagine being simply unable to do his work for no apparent reason.
“You are not wrong”, Zexion said and nodded again. “To someone suffering from SPD, it is hard to socialize and they do not want or enjoy close relationships, even with family members”, he explained, his voice growing more quiet and distant. He didn’t like to talk about his disorder and he never, under any circumstances, referred to himself when talking about it. “Mind you, it isn’t the same as schizophrenia”, he added, because he hated it when people though he was delusional and suffered from hallucinations or symptoms like that. He was simply not interested in social relationships, emotions or any kind of intimacy with other people. Though he was getting better at it as time went by. He was aware of the fact that SPD was a lifelong thing, but he still believed he was ‘getting out of his shell’ a bit, whatever that meant.
Demyx didn’t mind the uneasiness coming from the other, he couldn’t really blame him for it. Demyx himself was a little nervous for the encounter. He wasn’t good with people - or well, he could be as long as he had nothing there to distract him. But his eyes were almost begging to wander at the moment, break away from the conversation. But he couldn’t let himself do that. He needed to work on keeping his attention, no matter how much his brain strained him to do otherwise.
He himself hadn’t met too many people yet, and he was grateful for that as well. It was a double edged sword of sorts. If he didn’t know someone, he probably would approach them unless they looked interesting, and if he was with soemone else at the time his one track mind could forget about them (no matter how hard he tried to stay focused). The same could pretty much be said if he did know someone. He could run over to them, completely nejecting whoever he might be with. That might be the root of his problem with friends or socializing. But that was part of the reason why he was here: To get himself fixed somehow.
“Eh, I wouldn’t say hard.” Demyx shrugged a bit. “It’s more confusing more than anything, having my mind go on random tangents and turning and twisting around until I have no idea what’s happening anymore.” He had no idea what he was saying at this point, trying to remember exactly what it was the “doctor” had told him when he was diagnosed. The whole thing was such a pain. He wished for a moment, that he could be normal. He wanted to go home, not be in some strange place with a bunch of other people that probably had it worse than he did.
“If it was the same as schizophrenia, it would be called schizophrenia, but it’s not so of course it isn’t.” Demyx muttered when he heard the boy compare the two. He knew full well that each diagnosis was different and contained different symtoms. Zexion didn’t seem to be like a schizophenic to him, then again, he hadn’t really met someone with that condition before. Though, the way Zexion spoke made Demyx almost perfectly aware that a friendship with him was highly unlikely, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to at least try. If anything they could chat on occasion. Maybe after they’d been here for a while and Demyx’s focus was better and Zexion was feeling a bit more…. Social, they could form some sort of friendship. “I guess you have it hard yourself, huh?” He couldn’t help being slightly curious though; was Zexion here because he wanted to be, because he wanted to be better? Or was he forced to come here like Demyx himself had been. However, he wouldn’t let himself ask this. that was something that was none of his concern and he’d feel like he was intruding if he asked such a thing.