The Silence Isn't So Bad

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[Don't mind this music coming from a cracked door. Demyx is poking out a tune on his guitar, scribbling down some things on various pieces of paper surrounding him on the floor. The couch behind him has his laptop and guitar case on it, and every now and then he'll type a few things into a slowly-growing document. Luckily, he managed to get out of the whole handcuffs thing. He's using the fact that there's more commotion than usual to his advantage, since it was the busy streets of New York City that used to inspire him every day.]