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[ there is a strangely dressed Demyx inhabiting a table in the kitchen, plates of food waiting to be devoured. he's shoveling food into his mouth, most of it landing on the table and sometimes the front of his uniform. he's got a friend with him too, making an even bigger mess. Demyx swallows the mouthful and looks up from his plate at his friend. ]

Slow down, you'll make a mess.