forever and always.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[on the sofa with music blasting into his ears, and... sewing? yup, sewing black ribbons on onto the binding. black pointe shoes, kthnx. --hisses.]

D-damn it...

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[crowned-prince.livejournal.com]

[was just passing by, but the "damn it" makes him pause. he wants to ask "are you alright?", but he's pretty sure he wouldn't be heard.]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[looks at his finger, a drop of blood going down his hand.]

Well.

[crowned-prince.livejournal.com]

[have a band-aid being held in your line of sight, Riku!]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[jfklsf jerks back, before looking up at him. unimpressed face. ... takes it.]

Thanks.

[crowned-prince.livejournal.com]

[beams down at him and nods.]

You're welcome.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[... sucksuck. and there goes his bandaid, on his finger. please tell me there isn't any pink or kitties on this.]

[crowned-prince.livejournal.com]

[it's just a regular bandaid, doofus.]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[oh. well, that's good.]

Who're you.

[crowned-prince.livejournal.com]

Sora.

[brightly.]

You're Riku, right?

[shadowclipse.livejournal.com]

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[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[... eyes.]

[shadowclipse.livejournal.com]

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[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[jfkld;fds oh snap no scrambles to sit on the top of the couch.]

[shadowclipse.livejournal.com]

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[rikku-blade.livejournal.com]

[probably thanks to the blaring music, a Rikku manages to sneak up behind the the sofa and she's now watching him curiously. She taps him on the shoulder]
Need a hand with that?