"Well sure, I guess I can do that." Demyx laughed softly and at the motion he blinked and interlocked his pinkie with hers. "Promise then. I have my schedule somewhere on my phone."

He took it out of his pocket and scrolled through his calendar.

"Here, take a look." Demyx opened the week and showed her his phone. He wasn't the one who programmed it, or the alarms set to remind him when he was supposed to be places.