Demyx blinked when Marluxia tore his hand from his grip, wondering what exactly that he did wrong. But the brunet always seemed like the type of person who would get aggravated at everything, so he shrugged at the action.

Though when Marluxia asked his question, the blonde had to tilt his head in confusion, looking at him as if the nobody had asked him if it was hard not to breathe.



"REALLY hard, actually." Demyx answered truthfully.