Well, given the state of mind I must have been in when I wrote it, this is surprisingly not complete shit. And I don't know if I could write anything like this at all if I was dead level. This could be absolutely mind-blowing...if I can just get it cleaned the fuck up so it's fit to listen to at all.

Demyx couldn't help but sigh to himself, contemplating the magnitude of the task ahead of him, as he stared down at the two sheets of staff paper in front of him. No matter what his opinion of the work in front of him was, he just couldn't bring himself to alter the original, especially since he was hopefully not going to be in the same state of mind as he had been when he wrote it (namely delirious and hallucinating) any time in the near or distant future, thank you very much. Given how much work it would probably need to make it worth listening to, altering this original would be to essentially destroy one of his own creations, even if it wasn't a very lovely creation right now. Besides, he'd written the whole thing in pen. Instead, he was going to copy it onto a fresh sheet, in pencil, and make whatever changes he needed to the copy.

Man, I must have been flying when I wrote that part, he thought, frowning to himself as he read over a particularly weird passage. I wonder what the hell I was seeing, or thought I was seeing... Closing his eyes, he ran that passage over in his head, letting the sounds play out in his mind...blessed Gods, there was no saving that part at all. It was completely incoherent. He wasn't in the right mindset to simply compose something fresh in his place, but he'd found some good, viable themes in the pages he'd already gone over...if he took the one he'd decided was the main theme, and expanded on it here in grand fashion...his pencil was moving across the page almost of its own accord, transcribing not what was written on the original but what his muses were demanding now...yes, yes, that was it, that was brilliant; he could almost feel it resonating in his chest -

Clunk!

"What - dammit, Connie! That was my camera!"

The cat only yawned widely in response, stretching out to her full length in the spot on his desk where the camera had been, before straightening up and washing her face and paws as if he hadn't said a thing. Demyx just stared at her, wondering briefly what his life would be like if he'd gotten a dog or a bigger fish tank instead, then leaned over to pick up his fallen camera and inspect it for damage. Unfortunately, a bit of leftover dizziness chose that moment to kick in, and he ended up tumbling out of his desk chair to join the camera on the floor. Once down there, he decided it was safest to just lie there and wait a little bit, at least until the room stopped spinning, before trying to get up and get back to work. Connie, fickle creature that she was, promptly hopped off the desk to join him on the floor, nuzzling him and rubbing her head against the underside of his jaw. "Like it's not your fault I'm down here to begin with," Demyx muttered, stroking her fur anyway.

"Demyx? Are you all right? I heard that Vexen finally let you out of the hospital wing, but it looks like maybe you should still be in there..."

"I'm all right," Demyx grunted, wondering what sort of sixth sense Roxas had that let him know when he was having a little unplanned quality time with the floor. He had to have one, because there was no other way he could always show up right after he fell down. "I just had a...minor disagreement with gravity. Gravity won." He pulled himself to his feet, mostly to show Roxas that he was strong and healthy enough to do so without help, then noticed that he was still holding the camera and remembered why he'd been going after it in the first place. "Connie knocked my camera off the desk," he explained, sitting back down in his chair. "I just fell out of my chair trying to grab it." Now - it wasn't actually damaged, was it? He couldn't see any obvious damage...the lens didn't seem to be cracked or anything...he turned it on, just to make sure it would turn on and still worked all right - it seemed to - and couldn't resist snapping a quick picture of Roxas, who was staring blankly at him for as long as it took to shoot the photo. "Well, the camera still works," he said, quickly turning it off and keeping a tight grip on it as Roxas tried to pry it out of his grasp. "You look like a total idiot in that shot, though."

"Well, then, give me that camera so I can delete it," Roxas grunted, still trying to wrestle the camera away from Demyx, and scaring Connie away in the process. The yowl she let out distracted him long enough for Demyx to get the camera away from him once and for all. "...All right. You win. But you look pale, so you know. Maybe you should lie down for a bit."

"And let you have the camera while I take a nap?"

"Well, you don't want to sleep with the camera, do you?"

"...Roxas, it's so obvious how obvious that little ploy was that I feel embarrassed just pointing it out."

"...You do need a nap. That made no sense at all."

"Is there a reason you're here, other than nagging me about my health?"

"Well, I'd heard Vexen let you out of the hospital wing, so I wanted to stop by and see how you were doing," Roxas sniffed, sitting down on the bed while Connie looked at him suspiciously. "Is that such a bad thing?"

"No, but you always seem to come in when I'm having a conversation with the floor. It's like you have a sixth sense that forces you to investigate whenever I fall down."

"...That's happened twice. Including this time."

"Well, I don't make a habit of falling down all the time. It's not my fault the sample size is small."

"Sample size? You're borrowing vocabulary from Vexen now? You spend too much time in the hospital wing."

"Not by choice, Roxas. Not by choice." Demyx set the camera back down on the desk, far enough away from the edge that Connie hopefully wouldn't knock it off so easily a second time, and glanced back down at his work in progress. Where had he been...? Right, the theme was just swelling and expanding dramatically...he could almost hear it now; he just had to get it written down...oh, this was going to be awesome and terrifying and disturbing and awesome...like a roller coaster of sound...all right, that covered the part he'd thought was completely incoherent and worthless...how did it follow from there in the original? Hmm...all right, that was still pretty bad, but at least it had some coherence and some salvage value. How did it follow from the new section he wrote? If he cleared away some of the jumble, he could find that main theme in there again...yes, it would follow well; he just had to - "What - dammit, Roxas! Put the camera down!"

"It's your fault for getting distracted," Roxas said calmly, with no obvious intention of putting the camera down. "You're right, I did look like an idiot in that picture. Oh, well, it's gone now."

"Dammit!"

"Would cookies help you feel better?"

"If you put the stupid camera down, I would - wait, cookies? Roxas, you made cookies?"

"Yes, Demyx," Roxas announced triumphantly, finally setting the camera down; Demyx quickly moved it back away from the edge of the desk for its own safety. "In celebration of your latest release from the hospital wing, I, the most incompetent cook in the Organization, have successfully made cookies."

"From scratch?"

"...Well, no. From store-bought dough. But I didn't burn them or underbake them or anything!"

"...All right. Call that a triumph. Where are they?"

"I left them in the kitchen to cool..."

"Well, then, bring them down here while there's still any left!" Roxas promptly disappeared through a portal, hopefully to the kitchen, and Demyx picked up the camera again, just to make sure Roxas hadn't messed with anything but that one picture. Nope, everything else was still there...where did Connie get to? There she was, up on the shelf, behind the bronze mermaid statue...she was just blinking down at him, with her big blue eyes, and he couldn't resist taking a quick picture of her.

A second later, he was diving out of his chair again to catch the mermaid before it hit the floor.

AN: (shrugs)

Prompt: During the story, there is a visit by a very common visitor. The story must involve a lens in it. During the story, a character finds a pleasant surprise.