[Of course by the time Riku arrives, Demyx is sprawled out on his back across a broken tree hanging halfway into the water, various pieces of jewelry and coins scattered across his belly which he's currently sorting out. Golds, silvers, and copper each have their own little piles while junk is being dropped onto the ground. It's amazing what people lose in the water.]
Sixteen, seventeen--hey, dude--eighteen...
[A quiet scoff and he pushes everything into a brown satchel and slings it over his shoulder, moving to prop himself up on his elbows to shoot a small grin towards Riku.]
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Sixteen, seventeen--hey, dude--eighteen...
[A quiet scoff and he pushes everything into a brown satchel and slings it over his shoulder, moving to prop himself up on his elbows to shoot a small grin towards Riku.]
You look pretty blue.