"It's cold. And wet. I think I'm freezing to death."

Demyx seemed to have no shyness about complaining as they trudged through the snow and he was wearing his new clothes, the guild given ones so he was really missing his Organization coat.

"You know, I don't think my job is to come out here, because they didn't give me winter clothes."

Were his teeth chattering? They were definitely chattering. He had his new sitar strapped to his back and his arms wrapped around himself to try and contain his body heat.

Then they encountered the monster and he stopped behind Ira, fortunately before he could crash into him.

"That's..." Demyx let out a puff of breath and clapped his hands together suddenly.

"Alright! Go get it!" He encouraged. He was not a combat class after all, just support.