i don't know why i instigate.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[he's by himself, for the most part. he's not trying to find anyone, he's actually got out of that habit from his two years of torture antisocialness fun in the Room. so he's just in one of the larger but not popular rooms, trying to do some sort of watercolor painting with his hair loose. ... did we mention he sucks at painting.]

Mmph.

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[quavering.livejournal.com]

It looks like a melting cat.

[right behind you, Riku.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[urk. stares at the paper and sighs.]

Yeah, I guess it does.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

A nice melting cat, though.

[he comes up beside him.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

... well, I guess deer don't bend that way.

[squints.]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

... it's a deer.

[8|]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

I'm not an artist, okay.

[crumples it up.]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

Oh, Riku--!

[makes a lame grab at his already ruined picture.]

Don't do that...

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[s-small sigh.]

I have no artistic talent, don't worry. I know it sucks.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[bites the inside of his cheek.]

Mmph.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[looks at him with a sigh.]

What's wrong?

[quavering.livejournal.com]

You sigh a lot...

[gently pinches Riku's side.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[squirms away, rubbing an eye.]

Can't help that.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

It's okay, I like that about you.

[tries his best to smile.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[watches him for a moment, and closes his eyes, grabbing his pencil and sketching instead.]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[in return, he watches him too.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[really would like to say something, but holds it back. not exactly the right time to talk like this.]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't seem to mind, comfortable in the silence.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[suddenly slumps forwards, head buried in his arms.]

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[he was going in for the surprise attack behind, but got distracted along the way by that .. whatever it is Riku's painting. he peeks around his arm to get a better look.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Hi, Sora.

[|:]

It's a deer eating.

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

Hi! What's it eating?

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Grass.

[... yellow, dried out grass, that looks like fire?]

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head a bit to get a closer look, and ... oh! he sees it now.]

That's way better than what I could ever do.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head with a laugh.]

You could do better than this sh--

[UH. will not corrupt children.]

... ur. Thing?

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[blinks.]

... I dunno, Riku! I'm pretty bad at art.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[chuckles quietly.]

Okay, so we're both bad at it.

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[and, after a beat:]

Can I paint too?

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[small pause, then slides some paper over to him.]

Sure.

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[hunches over the paper once he's armed himself with a paintbrush, tongue poking out very slightly in concentration. it's hard to tell what exactly he's making; it looks more like splotches of color than anything.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[watches with a fond smile.]

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[holds up the paper once he's smeared on enough paint! it looks like, a, well, uh ...]

It kind of looks like someone threw up on it!

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Only a true artist would be able to do that.

[teases.]

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

Do what, throw up on their artwork?

[grins.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[snrk.]

Yeah. Exactly.