just human nature.

[lollied.livejournal.com]

[someone's brushing their hair before bed with a quiet yawn.]

... hm. I wonder if all days'll just turn out like this. Do we age in here?

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[awakingalone.livejournal.com]

[head tillltt. Ohh, a Kairi brushing her hair. He kind of wants to touch it but he'll just watch]

Age?

[lollied.livejournal.com]

[jumps a bit at looking at him, but smiles slightly.]

Yeah. You know, if actually, any time passes.

[awakingalone.livejournal.com]

[he just stands still like a good boy]

Oh. I don't do that.

[lollied.livejournal.com]

[and she lets go of the brush, putting it beside her as she folds a leg, looking at him curiously.]

... are you a vampire, then?

[awakingalone.livejournal.com]

No.

[still just.... staring.]

[lollied.livejournal.com]

[... shifts a little, awkwardly.]

Oh. What, then...?

[awakingalone.livejournal.com]

[shrugs]

Kairi brought me back. I'm whatever Kairi wants.

[lollied.livejournal.com]

[bites her lip a little.]

You shouldn't be like that.

[awakingalone.livejournal.com]

I shouldn't?

[lollied.livejournal.com]

[shakes her head.]

You should be who you want to be.

[awakingalone.livejournal.com]

I was given a second chance by Kairi. She gave ma a purpose.

[lollied.livejournal.com]

You're grateful, and that's great.

[a small pause.]

--a second... chance?

[awakingalone.livejournal.com]

[nods]

I was dead or something.

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[what's that? it smells like Naminé but it smells different, too. he's well fed and with his jaw unlocked, and somehow he's flipped the switch on the visor so it's half unclipped from his face. he's scoping out the area in hopes of finding the origin of that scent.]

[lollied.livejournal.com]

[pauses when she sees silver hair, almost like a statue.]

... Riku?

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[his eyes flicker when he lifts his head, and he's stepping towards her, torn cloth trailing and heavy chains rattling.]

Kairi.

[now he knows why the scent is familiar. he's like a puppy too, smiling a little and getting just a bit excited.]

[lollied.livejournal.com]

[startled a bit, arms at her sides. she smiles after a moment of calm, stepping closer to him.]

Hey.

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[he just collapses against her, mindful of his weight as he nuzzles against her breasts, reveling in the warmth. it's probably odd for someone who doesn't understand his purpose or nature, he has yet to truly be taught how to act like a human.]

[lollied.livejournal.com]

[shivers a bit, but gently caresses his hair, quiet. she's guessing he doesn't talk much.]

Cold?

[massacring.livejournal.com]

A little. Can you help?

[tilts his head a little, motioning to the flickering greenish button on the side of his head where the visor is partially detached from.]

[lollied.livejournal.com]

[pauses, touching the button curiously.]

--it doesn't hurt, does it...?

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[he pauses for a moment. it does, but he's never bothered to care after living with the pain all his life.]

It itches.

[more suiting, because all those thin little poles drilled into his head make his brain itch.]

[lollied.livejournal.com]

[... she gives a quiet 'oh' and presses it, biting her lip.]

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[the moment goes fast, the visor dangling forward as those screws retract from it and suck right into his head until the screws are just showing their tops. he squints, finally being able to see everything a little bit brighter.]

Thank you.

[lollied.livejournal.com]

[she breathes a little easier, taking a blanket and wrapping it around him.]

You're welcome.