Demyx did what he did best. He smiled in a warm pleasant way, strolled with a relaxed posture and let Roxas flash his badges, hands in his pockets as though he were ready to produce his, if asked.
He wasn't.
He headed into the room as though he were getting ready for practice, made the appropriate noises while Roxas grilled the security guards. He searched the room for what he was looking for and found it, sliding it into the case. He brought the case out and lingered in the doorway of the sound proof practice room, just behind Roxas in plain sight.
"Hey, are we gonna practice, or what?" He asked, doing his best to play the impatient bandmate. "Never mind that stuff, come on!"
That way the guards would leave and they'd be able to sneak out. That was a good plan, wasn't it?
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He wasn't.
He headed into the room as though he were getting ready for practice, made the appropriate noises while Roxas grilled the security guards. He searched the room for what he was looking for and found it, sliding it into the case. He brought the case out and lingered in the doorway of the sound proof practice room, just behind Roxas in plain sight.
"Hey, are we gonna practice, or what?" He asked, doing his best to play the impatient bandmate. "Never mind that stuff, come on!"
That way the guards would leave and they'd be able to sneak out. That was a good plan, wasn't it?