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Scaramouche is packing. At least, that's what she claims she's doing. She has a rucksack, and she has enough bundles, boxes, jars, and bags to fill that sack three times over, easily.

Somehow, her list looked more manageable on paper.

So there's a teenaged rocker girl, with her supplies strewn out over the table, eying the lot and wondering how she got here, exactly.

(A tag's life: Scaramouche)

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To make matters ever harder, another little box appears on her table with a tiny thop.

Demyx beams brightly.

"Special delivery! Hi!"

"... Special delivery?" She repeats, a bit baffled. Mailmen are, sadly, a thing of the past. No one sends mail anymore, and packages are left at pre-determined pickup points.

Human-human interaction isn't a very common occurrence on Planet Mall.

"You know, present!" Demyx repeats, not frustrated in the least by her bafflement. He nudges the tiny box closer.

"Open it open it open it~."

"... A present?" That doesn't get him much further. Other than Fury's knife, she's never had presents, and Fury's knife certainly didn't come in a box.

But he does seem rather insistent she open it, whatever it is.

"Yeah, alright, but if it's something that bites..."

"I promise it doesn't bite!" Demyx is trying to hide the fact that he is giddy from excitement - he likes giving presents more than getting them.

And the present is indeed not a knife or anything else deadly at all. Well, you might be able to bean someone in the head with it. That could hurt.

A black shiny iPod - remarkably similar to the music player that Demyx had shown her before, so the purpose is at least clear. 'Scaramouche' is engraved on the back (it's the only name of hers that he knows) and it has only been opened once after the engraving - to load it up with rock music (heavy on the classical rock and good guitar work), a little bit of opera (making sure the song he played before is on it) and a smattering of other genres for sampling.

...

Ever see someone stunned completely wordless?

Now Demyx has, at least.

Utterly stunned.

Quick, take a picture, it's the first time she hasn't run off at the mouth at something unexpected!

Demyx lets out a sound that is positively a squee.

"So do you like it?"

"... You're... giving this to me?" She asks, for once sounding younger than she really is, rather than older. Doesn't he understand? This is music.

Maybe he does understand.

He understands enough to know that he doesn't like the idea of a world without music. His smile turns a little less dorkishly giddy, but none the less happy.

"Yeah. All yours, Scaramouche."

If Scaramouche were a different sort of girl, Demyx would so be getting glomped just about now.

Of course, if Scaramouche were a different sort of girl, she'd still be going by the name 'Sally@thedoes.com' and would be working for Globalsoft just about now.

So instead she looks just about as awkward and embarrassed and ridiculously, enormously pleased as one teenager can.
"Oh, well... thanks."

Very awkward and embarrassed and decidedly pleased. Yup.

"The least I can do." Demyx says with a bright grin. "Let me know what you think of the music, yeah? Stay cool!" he chirps before heading off for other random acts of kindness.

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