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[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[In one of the more secluded corners of the library, someone's sitting at a desk with only a few open books. There's a small bottle of something sitting in front of him, and a syringe laid next to it- he seems to be stuck, trying to figure out what to do next. Then again, he's been sitting there thinking for the past ten minutes.]

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[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[He's been watching him for the past minute or so, just trying to figure out what the hell he's thinking. Finally speaks up, arms crossed.]

What is it.

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Jumps a bit when the silence is broken, but he doesn't turn around. Just speaks in a quiet, hollow voice.]

Morphine.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Tenses. He was afraid of that ;;]

Do you honestly think that will do any good?

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It's supposed to take away pain, after all.

[He is so psychologically out of it at this point. Don't expect him to sound stable.]

[drugup.livejournal.com]

Where'd you get that?

{ Eyeing bottle curiously. }

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[He's a little startled at the sound of her voice.]

Medicine cabinet.

[drugup.livejournal.com]

{ Thinks for a while. } Are you in pain?

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

Huh. What do we have here?

[Rep glances at the bottle, a sort of disgusted look on his face.]

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Great, human contact. And here he thought he could just off himself without being disturbed.]

Nothing at all.

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

It sure doesn't look like 'nothing' to me. What is that, some kind of drug?

[saphire-wave.livejournal.com]

[Just, looking for a new book to read when...Ooh, she doesn't like the look of this. Walks over.]
Um, hi.

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Barely registers that someone addressed him. Just turns to glance at her, then goes back to his thoughts. Sorry, he's not in the mood to make small talk.]

[saphire-wave.livejournal.com]

[She frowns.]
...Don't do it.
[Fine, no more small talk. Happy?]

[princessoftears.livejournal.com]

[W-wheels herself over to him, looking anxious]

W-what are you do-ing?

[speech impediment. despite that, she sounds rather stern.]

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

Thinking.

[Not contemplating depressing thoughts or anything.]

[princessoftears.livejournal.com]

Y-you don't need t-this to think.

[Despite her disease, she's a smart person. And she knows what that is.]

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

...Riku?

[standing nearby, a couple comics in his hands.]

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Tenses at the sound of his voice, but makes no other movements or sounds.]

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[heads closer, the comics crumpling a bit in his grip.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[oh, what's with the syringes and depression and secluded corners of the library lately? honestly.]

Ehm. Riku?

[which is almost whispered as he doesn't want to startle him. it's bad enough that he's been standing around, hidden behind a shelf, for about as long as Riku's been staring into space.]

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[The voice pulls him away from his thoughts, though he doesn't turn around.]

What.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[well, that really confirms his suspicions that something is wrong. he walks up to him.]

What are you doing?

[oncesimple.livejournal.com]

[... there's a small apologetic smile that spreads across her face when she passes him.]

That's healthy.

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

Probably not.

[He doesn't seem to care if that was sarcasm or not.]

[oncesimple.livejournal.com]

What's wrong?

[she wanders over, minding anything in the way to place her palms at the edge of the desk.]