colors run

[insularism.livejournal.com]

[it's not every day that you see Riku doing origami, but there he is, folding different colored pieces of paper into roses.]

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[insularism.livejournal.com]

[he's gone and back again in a matter of minutes, setting a plain red shirt and a pair of tan shorts on top of the towels.]

.. almost done?

[terroristical.livejournal.com]

Ja!

[on cue, the water's shut off and he climbs out, stretching across the gap in the floor where there is no mat to grab the towel.]

[insularism.livejournal.com]

Don't slip.

[terroristical.livejournal.com]

I'm not!

[he cheers happily when he's able to wrap the towel around himself. so excitable over the silliest things, but it's all better than home. everything a step above is, and this is so many steps above.]

[insularism.livejournal.com]

[reaches out to unstick Sora's hair from his forehead, pushing his fingers through soaked locks, expression thoughtful. the relationship he has with Sora is a strange one, one he really can't explain, but he can't say that he doesn't like it. he hardly knows anything about the kid aside from that he used to me a suicide bomber and that his english is not so good, but so far, he's the only one Riku's made any sort of connection with.]

Feel better?

[terroristical.livejournal.com]

[he stares cross eyed at Riku's hand while it's touching his forehead, but when it moves he breaks his gaze, smiling fondly and reaching up to dab water from his cheeks.]

Can we go see the wings now?

[insularism.livejournal.com]

[scoops up the clean clothes he brought and presses the small pile against Sora's chest.]

Clothes first.