running.

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[with his knees over the couch's armrest and a stack of pillows keeping him bent so he can see the book in his lap, he's chewing on the end of a quill. and doing the... le olde crossword puzzle?]

Four down, the winner of the Peloponnesian war...

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[he's just making his way back from the bathroom, cane in hand when he overhears.]

Sparta?

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It was them, wasn't it?

[mouths the spelling as he writes it down, quill swaying from side to side.]

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I'm pretty sure! Sparta is Greece, right?

[beams, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.]

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Mmhm. It is.

[looks up from le olde crossword.]

--oh, Sora.

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[he seems amused.]

Hi.

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[pulls a little ba--ow, hits head on ground.]

H-hey.

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[wanders a little closer, a bit of a hobble in his step. he snickers quietly.]

Careful.

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Mmhm.

[sheepish.]

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[he doesn't seem to notice.]

Need any more help?

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Roman god of war?

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Oh, that one's easy.

[moves to sit down near the other end of the couch, propping his can up against the arm rest.]

Mars.

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--really?

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[pauses.]

Or maybe it's Ares...

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... well, it's four spaces.

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[leeeans over to take a look.]

Hmm.

[obeyingly.livejournal.com]

[nothing near it is filled, unfortunately.]

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[he's second guessing himself now, and he doesn't want to be the reason Riku puts in the wrong answer.]

... maybe you should go to another one and come back to that one later?

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That'd be best.

[scans for another one.]

Fifth zodiac sign?

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U-um...

[frowns almost sheepishly. looks like that one's slipped his mind.]

[obeyingly.livejournal.com]

I barely know any of these.

[seems amused.]

The softer feather of a bird.

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[it's easier to make a guess when he can see how many letters he needs, so he scoots a little closer.]

Hmm. Down?

[obeyingly.livejournal.com]

[spells it aloud and it fits. smiles, and shows him the others.]

What about... 6 across?

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To walk... lamely.

[he goes a bit red in the face, rubbing the back of his neck.]

L-limp.

[obeyingly.livejournal.com]

[blinks at that, before writing it down.]

Hm... 'one must--blank--the law if one wants to be a lawful citizen'.

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[leans to look. hmm, what word had--]

Obey.

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[... small wince. writes it, before nibbling on the quill again--and speaks, muffled.]

Efa off peaf een de Mman Efphiahre...?

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[blinks.]

Take that out of your mouth, I can't understand you.

[obeyingly.livejournal.com]

--sorry, it tastes like sugar.

[looks back at the clue.]

Era of peace in the Roman Empire.

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I don't think I know th-

[pauses, brows furrowing curiously.]

Wait, did you say that tastes like sugar?

[obeyingly.livejournal.com]

Wha--yes. It tastes like sugar.

[blinks at him--oh wait. sugar? looks at the quill.]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

Really?

[he's curious now, crossword forgotten momentarily.]

So it's like.. a candy pen?

[obeyingly.livejournal.com]

I... guess.

[tilts his head at it. nom. blinks in surprise--]

It really is sugar!

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[of all the things to be fascinated with in the dressing room, he chooses a quill made of sugar.]

I bet it tastes like cotton candy, huh? The pink kind I mean, because the blue kind leaves a funny aftertaste.

[obeyingly.livejournal.com]

... cotton candy?

[lol medieval times.]

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... spun sugar?

[obeyingly.livejournal.com]

Sugar can be spun? I thought the only thing that could be spun were plants and animal fur.

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... come with me!

[shifts and gets to his feet, reaching for his can and adjusting himself before he offers is hand to Riku.]

[obeyingly.livejournal.com]

[blinks, and takes his hand.]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[tugs him to his feet and then turns to lead him in the direction of the kitchen, a bit of a limp to his walk.]

[obeyingly.livejournal.com]

[notices, and slows so they don't have to go as fast.]

you'd think I could spell 'cane' right for once

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[he's thankful for the change of pace, because even though he's been walking with a cane for two years now, it can still be a little difficult to deal with.

eventually, he finds the kitchen and lets go of Riku's hand, reaching to search for the previously mentioned sugary treat.]

[obeyingly.livejournal.com]

[awkwardly stands, looking around the kitchen. it's still... weird, not to know how most of those things work.]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[cabinet after cabinet leaves him empty handed, until finally, he finds a bag behind a can of who knows what.]

Aha!

[streeetches and pulls it down, propping his cane up against the counter before he approaches Riku. with a smile, he opens the bag, and offers some of the pink fluff to him.]

This is cotton candy.