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[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ it's become a regular event, Riku bopping around to some song in his head while he's taking care of his laundry. seems he changes what he wears every now and then, though that arm "sock", he so affectionately calls it, always stays on his arm; he's got on a smooth pair of jeans and a yellow and blue-striped T-shirt.

as stated before, he's got a song stuck in his head that he can't stop tapping his foot to. he's even mumbling words! ]

Weather-wise, it's such a lovely day... Just say the words and we'll beat the birds down to Acapulco Bay...

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[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

It's perfect for a flying honeymoon, they say.

[chimes in, tossing the shirt he was wearing into the basket in front of him. looks like they have matching laundry days. how cute.]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ imagine that! he's happy to see the other Riku, and he's even happier to hear he knows the song. subconsciously casual, he slouches against a washing machine so his elbows hold him up. only his heels are touching the ground; Riku must be five years old because he wiggles his toes. ]

Come fly with me; let's fly, let's fly away!

/dies laughing NO NOT WEE

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[and for once, he smiles, leaning back just as casually and tapping his nose.]

Cheerful today, aren't we?

LOL YOU AND YOUR KINKS!

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

Someone's got to be cheerful around here.

[ he'd leave it up to Sora but that's not his thing, leaving something for someone else to do. ]

fjsfkla

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

True. Surprised you're doing it.

[and he kicks at his basket, resting his arms.]

+_+

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ his toes, wiggling a little, are kind of interesting. ]

Why? I think it's normal.

/hates

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[small shrug.]

I'm not cheerful at all.

[... liar.]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

You could be cheerful if you let yourself be.

[ honestly, he hides nothing. ... maybe one or two things. ]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

... hm.

[sure, suuure. ... excuse him as he thinks about things again.]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ things are tense again so he stays quiet, looking down at his toes again. this time they aren't wiggling. ]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Do you have a toe ring or something?

[looks at Riku's feet too.]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

Yep. It's invisible though.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Sneaky.

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

I know. This way girls think I'm a man's man.

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[it'd be a nice sight-- happy and dandy if there wasn't this little kid walking by with silent tears down his cheeks and blood all over his arm.]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ his dirty clothes are easily abandoned for the kid with blood on his arm. ]

Hey, what's wrong?

[pouty.livejournal.com]

I tried t'get a knife off the counter so I could make lunch but I fell ...

[sniffs.]

It hurts n' I can't find the bathroom.

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ Roxas is small; Riku lifts him up. blood on his clothing is nothing to him. ]

I'll take you.

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[it's beyond his stubbornness to say thankyou, so he just nods, making a small 'mmph' as he's picked up and toted to the bathroom.]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ with his big strides he reaches the bathroom in no time, taking care to set Roxas down. he turns on the faucet, checks that it's warm, and lifts the boy's arms while avoiding the cut. ]

You'll be okay. Don't move, I'll take care of it.