He did follow Roxas, being strangely quiet. Demyx was not normally a quiet guy, but he didn't want to go rambling on and on in the street like a lunatic.

He looked at the choices carefully and decided that he couldn't decide.

"A banana split, I think." Demyx said with a nod. "Different kinds of ice cream that way." Maybe it would make him feel better, but he didn't really know.