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[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[Roxas... is covered in red. it's in his hair, staining his clothes, streaking his face, splattered over his shoes, and he's leaving quite a trail as he makes his way down the hall. if it wasn't for the small jar of paint in his hand, it'd almost look like he'd been beaten bloody.]

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[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

[Well it's the first double of himself he's seen so far, so he's just going to give you an odd look--not seeing the jar of paint of course.]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[Roxas has seen so many doubles of himself that he doesn't even give the other a second glance, trudging along.]

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

[Stares down the hallway at the red trail, but noticing it doesn't have that same copper smell blood has.]

What's with the mess?

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[keeps going, reaching up to run a paint-covered hand through his hair, sighing when he realizes he's just making more of a mess.]

... kids.

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

[Nearly snorts.]

Sounds fun.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes a little, but smiles with a bit of a laugh.]

... Y-yeah. Tons.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

... ...

[ so much for having a ho-hum day hanging out in hallways. gives Roxas the blankest stare he can drudge up. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

Problem?

[keeps right on going, heading for the nearest bathroom.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ well, it's obviously not blood (Riku knows better than that), but that doesn't seem to stop him from being the mother hen anyway, pushing Roxas the rest of the way. ]

You're a mess, clean up.

[ like that wasn't what he was already planning on doing. good going. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[stumbles at first, resisting automatically before he just gives in and lets Riku guide him.]

What do you think I'm trying to do?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Turn into a paintbrush.

[ really, he just wants to be touchy. but Roxas doesn't need to know that. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[mutters.]

More like a canvas. ... finally.

[makes a sharp right into a bathroom.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Do I wanna know?

[ follows him, because, well. letting go of him's apparently smeared paint on his hands, so he might as well wash them off in the sink, right? ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure I even have an answer.

[turns to take in the damage in the mirror, sighing and tugging at a red-tipped spike. he tries to wipe a smear of red from his nose, but only ends up adding more paint from his coated fingers.]

God, they got it everywhere...

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

You look like a tomato.

[ okay, so it's a little funny. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

Shut up.

[turns and reaches over his shoulder, grabbing a handful of his shirt and pulling it forward over his head. looks like the little buggers managed to get some of the paint under his shirt too.]

You want to do me a favor?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Sure.

[ anything. his hands were just about to hover over the faucet, but ... ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[moves to turn on the shower, glancing back.]

Find me a clean change of clothes?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ ah, errand boy. shrugs and ducks out to get that done; it'll give Roxas a chance to have his privacy, anyhow. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[does his best not to get paint everywhere as he rids himself of the rest of his clothes, sticking his hand in past the shower curtain to test the water before he steps in.

the water swirls red around his feet almost immediately, and Roxas just watches it for a second.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Now you look like a murder victim.

[ that's Riku's declaration when he peeks back inside, noticing the trail that's been left over all over the tile, too. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[jumps a bit, having spaced in the short amount of time Riku'd been gone. he scoops up the bottle of shampoo and squeezes a generous amount into his palm.]

You're not going to stab me while I'm not looking, are you?

[why yes, Roxas knows his classics.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ there's a penis joke in here somewhere Riku's not going to veer towards, laughing to himself and setting a pile of clothes down. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't dig for an answer, lathering his hair up instead. at least he was able to get a few good shots of those kids painting before they attacked. they didn't destroy his camera, either, so that's a plus too.]]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ whatever it is, it's a mystery to Riku. and he's still standing there, the pervert, even if he can't see anything right now. ]

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