though i've tried.

[stranding.livejournal.com]

[he's in the library, hand going over all the books in the foreign language section. French, Italian... his hand hovers over a German book, and his stomach twists before he grabs something in Japanese.]

...

Tch.

Comments

c-can I bug you? 8D;;

[snowy-end.livejournal.com]

[wandering the library, looking at all the books wistfully. she's not exactly paying attention to where she's going, and oops did she just walk through someone? expect something akin to being dumped into arctic water for a brief moment there, Riku.]

of course you can bb <3

[stranding.livejournal.com]

[almost yelps, dropping his book.]

Bloody--!

<333!

[snowy-end.livejournal.com]

[whirls around at the noise, eyes wide with surprise.]

Oh! Sorry sorry, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention, I didn't mean to, honest.

[she certainly does look incredibly apologetic.]

[stranding.livejournal.com]

[he gives a small shudder, bending to pick up his book, before looking over at her. ... there goes his book again.]

K-Kairi?

[snowy-end.livejournal.com]

That's me! Kairi. Yep. That's who I am.

...You keep dropping your book.

[stating the obvious what.]

[stranding.livejournal.com]

[um, what. okay uh...]

... yes. Ur--you're... translucent. And... almost nude.

[looking awaaayyy blushing.]

[snowy-end.livejournal.com]

[her gaze drifts down to her lack of clothing as though she'd forgotten.]

Translucent, yes. Yes, I'm dead, you see.

[stranding.livejournal.com]

... dead. R-right.

[sighs softly, clutching his book tight.]

Ur...

[snowy-end.livejournal.com]

Oh, sorry. It's... it's not that nice an image, is it. I'm sorry.

[she wraps her arms around herself almost protectively, looking off to the side.]

[banding.livejournal.com]

Ri~ku.

[catches him right as he's holding that German book, snapping his hand around it and Riku's hands before he puts it back.]

I saw that pause.

1/3

[stranding.livejournal.com]

[glares.]

[stranding.livejournal.com]

3/3

[stranding.livejournal.com]

Tch.

And? What of it?

[stranding.livejournal.com]

[he shakes his head, trying to put a hand on her shoulder and wincing when his hand goes through. he pulls back.]

Uh, it's... take a seat, if you can?

[snowy-end.livejournal.com]

[there's a small smile in response to his attempt and she shakes her head.]

I can pretend to, but I wouldn't really be sitting in it.

time to hope i don't fuck up

[banding.livejournal.com]

[he can't keep the shit eating grin off his face when he mutters.]

Ich weiß, dass Sie es mögen~

[stranding.livejournal.com]

[flinches, and launches forwards to clap his hands over Pliku's mouth.]

Don't do that.

[stranding.livejournal.com]

[he quietly sighs and takes his own seat.]

It's not tiring?

[snowy-end.livejournal.com]

Tiring?

[banding.livejournal.com]

Warum nicht?

[he murmurs behind the hand, brows lifting as he tries to pull off this pleading look.]

[stranding.livejournal.com]

[he has a faint thought at what that might be.]

B-because it's. Not. Good for me to hear it.

[stranding.livejournal.com]

To stand up all the time.

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I don't get tired, even when I touch things.

[a pause.]

I get cold sometimes though.

[stranding.livejournal.com]

... I'm sorry.

[he's quiet.]

[banding.livejournal.com]

Es macht Sie hart ...

[tugs his hand away as he says it, licking his lips.]

Tut es nicht?