“Hey! What’s the 4-1-1?” Demyx asked, smiling.
Axel eyed up the blond in front of him. “Hey there, I thought I heard a sitar so I came to…
“Go ahead.” Demyx replied, holding Arpeggio out towards Axel. “Just…be careful. It was hand built.” Demyx warned, smiling.
“I wouldn’t dare hurt something so beautiful,” He said, taking the instrument carefully, inspecting every detail of it with his eyes. “How long have you been playing?” He asked, playing something his grandfather had taught him years ago.
“Playing for a while. I don’t remember how long.” Demyx replied,watching Axel play on Arpeggio.
“Very pretty.” he said, smiling.
“Do you play any other instruments?” The redhead asked, hoping he didn’t seem like he was prying too much.
“Hey! What’s the 4-1-1?” Demyx asked, smiling.
Axel eyed up the blond in front of him. “Hey there, I thought I heard a sitar so I came to check it out.”
“Ahh, you like it?” Demyx said, holding out Arpeggio. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she? I love it.” he said as he sat down.
“My name is Demyx, what’s your name?” Demyx asked, smiling.
Axel sat down across from Demyx. “I’m Axel, got it memorized?”
“Of course.” Demyx said, smiling. “I’m pretty good with names. At least, I like to think so.” he said, quickly tuning his instrument.
“Do you mind if I take a look at that? I understand if you don’t, I’m quite protective of my piano at home.”