over and over.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[anyone standing against the wall, watch out. there's a door materializing, and a sort of beat-up Riku is being shoved by that door into the DR. his ballet shoes go tumbling and rolling from his fingertips, both soles cut out.]

... well, f-fuck.

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[illumifated.livejournal.com]

[That's a startling sight, enough to make Roxas stop and stare anyway.]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[he rolls onto his back, eyes shut tight in pain as he grasps his side like a lifeline.]

Shit--shit--shit--shit!

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

[Frowns, coming closer and kneeling down to inspect any wounds and offer a Cure or two.]

What happened to you?

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[he pulls his hand away after he gets over his shock. though his shirt is still bloodstained, the wound's gone. Riku takes his time to look up at him.]

... what did you do?

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

Used Cure. You looked like you needed it.

[sits back a bit on his heels.]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

I'll pretend like I believe you know magic.

[he mumbles, more to himself as he tries to push himself up.]

This place still the weird dressing room thing?

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

Pretend all you want. And yep, still the same crazy dimensional crossroads.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

Good.

[yeah he's not getting up, breathing in slowly. ... then, he tries to grab at his ballet shoes. they're completely mutilated, but...]

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

[Glances at them with a curious eye.]

Feel like sharing, or do you have the typical "bug off" Riku personality?

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

... bored or want to pick up a funny story to tell someone?

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

Bored. And curious.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[crosses his arms loosely, gives a quiet 'tch'.]

An Axel's supposed to protect me from my old gang. He wasn't there this time, and they beat me up.

[shrug.]

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

Huh. Not as interesting as I'd hoped, but.

[Smirks just a bit, but it's not a particularly arrogant smile.]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

Not letting you in on the details.

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

Understandable. I wouldn't expect anything less from a Riku.

[Stands up again, hesitating before offering him a hand.]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[... surprised by it, but takes it, hesitant. yes, he is wincing, on his feet.]

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

You're not still hurt, are you?

[Not too concerned for a stranger, but he's willing to help.]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head, rotating his ankle.]

They're always sore.

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

...From dancing?

[He did see the ballet shoes.]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

... yeah.

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should take a break every now and then so you can actually walk without wincing.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

I do take breaks. I don't mean always like every day, just that it's common. I was practicing a lot.

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

Mm. Well, you should probably take something for the pain if it's too much.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

It's not too much.

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

...Of course.

[Sighs, then shrugs, turning to leave.]

Well, don't go getting your ass kicked by any more gangs.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[sigh.]

Yeah, yeah. Thanks.

[nograceballet.livejournal.com]

Heyy, Rikuu?

[peers over in Riku's direction, dressed for dancing, and blanches at the sight, hurrying down the hall.]

Riku!

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[... turns his face away from Sora, since he hears his footsteps quite clearly.]

... nn.

[nograceballet.livejournal.com]

[gently touches his shoulder, frowning.]

Riku?

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[sigh. looks over at him, a drop of blood dribbling down his lip.]

Uh, h--nngh. ... hey.

[nograceballet.livejournal.com]

What happened to you?

[shakes head, mind racing.]

No, that doesn't matter, you need to get it cleaned up, first.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[cough hack. he curls up tightly, nodding slightly.]

R-right.