just how i feel.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[sitting in a classroom-like room, sitting on the teacher's desk. his eyes are closed, and he changed into one of his uniforms for kicks. he's got his back to the half-open door, more staring towards the blackboard.]

... mm. I'm not open, huh...

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[mini-key.livejournal.com]

[peeks in.

...]

's this where we go to school?

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Nope.

[looks back.]

[mini-key.livejournal.com]

So why's there a classroom in here?

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[small shrug.]

I guess it's just in case people want to study.

[mini-key.livejournal.com]

But is there a teacher?

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Probably not.

[small hm.]

[mini-key.livejournal.com]

[grin!]

No school! [and he's off to slack off some more! this place does good for the children, obviously!]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[... sl-slight chuckle.]

Nice.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

It's not nice to disrespect school property, Riku.

[he says in a holier-than-thou voice, stepping through the door. figures today he'd choose to wear something nicer than a tee and sweats-- something almost like his old hell getup but less belts and more sleek.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[glances back, then shakes his head slightly.]

I'm not disrespecting it.

... not directly, anyway. Let's talk when you're finished ripping apart the front desks.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

A desk isn't a chair.

[though he quirks an eyebrow as he strolls right up to him.]

And who said I wanted to break things?

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[... a small sigh.]

No one. Sorry. I don't think I know myself anymore.