Human Arrival

Demyx laughed. "I'm teasing Hatty." He laughed as the fairy glared at him and began playing something darker. His hair went brown and his eyes a dark blue, as he gained a stud in his nose.

Cyzarine giggled. "I know, it's so much fun!" she laughed. She gestured over her shoulder, not noticing when she knocked the towel for a second as she did so. "I'm gonna finish up, 'kay?"
Hatty flew over to her top draw. "I'm going into hiding." she announced.

Demyx couldnt help himself, as she knocked the towel he found himself staring..And sort of obviously as well..."Sure...You go finish up..." He whispered, still staring.

Cyzarine tilted her head to one side, still not seeing what had happened. Shrugged her shoulders she walked towards Demyx, and leaned at the waist so their faces were at about the same height, even though he was still sat on the bed.
"Did you say something?" she asked, smiling warmly.

"I..." Was all he managed, staring even more now she was closer. That and shrugging her shoulders had made the towel fall down ever more.

Cyzarine frowned. "Demyx? Is something wrong?" she asked, concern filling her voice. Her eyes seemed to widen a little as well, as she peered at him innocently.

"N-n-no!" He gabbed quickly, trying to look away...And failing.

Cyzarine blinked. "Demyx? Something's wrong, I can tell. What is it?" she asked, tilting her head to one side again. A few bangs of wet, slightly curly, red-brown hair fell into her eyes. Her skin continued to gleam with water droplets wherever the towel didn't cover. "Demyx?"

Demyx was trying to look away, he really was, yet the water droplets were making her skin gleam which was attracting his wandering eyes there even more. He tried to reply to what Cyzarine was saying, but couldn't quite find the words...

Cyzarine frowned. "Do you want me to go away?" she asked calmly, wondering if she was making him act so strangely.

Demyx took a deep breath and looked her in the eye, uttering the words. "Your towels fallen down."

Cyzarine blinked before looking down, blushing furiously as she finally saw what had happened. "I'm so sorry Demyx!" she exlciamed as she hurriedly pulled it up again, her blush increasing with every second passed.

"It's ok!" He said, his face tomato red. "No worries!"

Cyzarine's blush now matched Demyx's. "U-Umm...I-I'm just gonna go...yeah..." With that, she hurriedly disappeared back into the bathroom, still blushing like there was no tomorow.
Meanwhile, Hatty rolled her eyes - for she had been listening to them all the while - before grabbing the blanket and pillow Cyzarine had made for her (with some difficulty, it had to be said) and settled down for a nap. She'd leave them to it, she decided, snickering to herself quietly as she difted into dreamland.

Demyx just stayed where he was, his face still bright red. Then he blinked a little and flopped back onto the bed, grabbing his guitar and playing lazily. He was pretty sure Hatty had just gone to sleep, so he played quietly.

Cyzarine hurriedly dried off and got dressed, but decided to take her chances and dry her hair in the bedroom. When she saw Demyx was playing, she ruled out the hairdryer and sat on her bed and began towelling it dry instead.
She sat with her back to Demyx, listening to him play as she tried to dry as much of her hair as possible. She became uncomfortably aware of the small amount of water left on her back, and how it made her top stick to it, though it probably didn't look that bad. Well, she hoped it didn't look that bad!

Demyx glanced over at Cyzarine, who was drying her hair with her back to him.
"The back of your tops wet." He pointed out, gently taking the towel off her and rubbing her back dry. "Better?" He asked, handing her the towel and slumping back down onto the bed lazily.

Cyzarine stiffened when she first felt Demyx drying her back, but then relaxed, smiling. "Yeah...thanks." she replied softly, turning to peck him on the cheek as she took back the towel.
She gestured to her hair, laughing lightly. "It gets difficult this way since my hair's so long." she admitted. "It's an avian thing." she added. SHe frowned. "Where's Hatty?"

Demyx smiled a little. "Gone for a nap I think." Suddenly he had an idea. "Cyzie, you know you said you think you hairs to long, which i think is stupid because its beatiful, what would your ideal style be for your hair?" He wasnt quite sure how this idea would work, but he wanted to try it...Although perhaps not with Cyzarine because if something went wrong he'd never forgive himself...

Cyzarine blinked, then smiled as she caught on to what he was thinking. "It's okay Demyx, my hair doesn't get any longer than this. But if I cut it any shorter it just grows back." she giggled. "Once I cut it to about here," she made a motion to just above her shoulder "but in the next two days it had grown back to here." she motioned to her knee, where her hair reached now. "Besides, I had my hair to here" she motioned to her waist "since I was about eight, and it's been this long since I morphed when I was twelve. I've gotten used to it."

Demyx smiled and began playing with her hair a little, twiddling it around his fingers. "I like your hair. It's pretty." He pulled her a little closer gently. "When I was younger I had long hair." He blushed a little, looking embaressed.

Cyzarine's eyebrows rose. "Really? I like it like this." she replied, smiling at him.
She blinked and got up suddenly, muttering something under her breath. She went to the bedside cabinet by her bed and opened the bottom drawer, pulling out a couple of sheets of paper. Next she went to the calender hanging on the wall and started marking things off on there, flicking through to the next month to mark things on there as well.

Demyx smiled. "It used to be long and a little curly." He sat up. "Whatcha doing Cyzie?" He asked, tilting his head a little.

Cyzarine turned, almost as if she'd forgotten he was there. She smiled sheepishly. "Sorry - I'm just marking some stuff off. No big deal. I just need to remember this, so I'm doing it while I remember."

He leaned forwards a little. "What sort of stuff?" He tilted his head a little more, looking slightly lopsided.