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[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ riku's got a gun, though it hardly looks lethal, if the neon colors have anything to say about that. ]

Hmm.

[ loads a dart in it, and takes aim across the room. ]

Comments

[lollied.livejournal.com]

[... pauses, to stare--and quickly steps back.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ too late, he's firing. whoops, kairi. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[here comes mister social with a handful of saltines, wearing an over-sized red flannel button down - unbuttoned, but only because most of the buttons are missing -, a black t-shirt, and a pair of faded jeans, way too long and tattered at the ends. unfortunately, he's too focused on his crackers to notice anything suspicious.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ ... shoots it anyway. ]

[ some people have unique ways of showing affection - and apparently riku opts for toy guns. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[THWACK. right in the back of the head with a cracker halfway in his mouth. he coughs, a cloud of cracker dust blooming from his lips, his empty hand pressed to the back of his head as he whirls around, attempting to speak with a mouth half-full.]

What th' fuck--

[... and then he just narrows his eyes, chewing slowly.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ just blinks placidly at the gun. ]

... shoots further'n I thought.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[chew, chew, chew.

and then he chucks a cracker at Riku's head. well, if it even makes it that faar.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ stares at it from across the room. ]

Thanks, I think.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[taps the corner of a cracker against the inside of his wrist, expression blank, but oddly thoughtful at the same time. he swallows, wets his lips, and then presses another cracker into his mouth as he turns and starts to walk away.]

1/2

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ what, is he going to get mad from a dart to the head? ]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ rushes forward, presumably to pick that foam dart up, but since roxas is going that way ... ]

Hello to you, too.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[turns around mid-walk, moving backwards so he can look at Riku. he swallows again so he can answer, eyes shifting for a second as he presses the back of his hand to his lips and slows down simultaneously. and then he drops his hand and resumes his normal pace, like the bizarre motion ever took place. when he smiles, it's genuine, but nothing spectacular.]

Hey.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ it's ... different, though it doesn't break his stride in the least. he'll chalk it up to roxas being an individual. ]

... 'kay.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[arches his brows somewhat curiously, eyes tired and a little red, but that's to be expected. in the end, he doesn't really have anything to say, so he just offers him a cracker instead. he doesn't want them anyway.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ takes it, a little suspicious. ]

Something up?

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[shrugs, turning around to avoid walking into anyone or anything.]

Not really.

[not really good at lying.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

....

[ while he finds that hard to believe, he won't say a thing, sucking on the end of his cracker. hm, salty. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[just keeps on walking like he knows where he's going, or at least where he wants to go. he might know the way, he might not, but that's not stopping him.]

Do you like flowers, Riku?

[he's not even sure if he's still following him, but he's going to talk anyway.]

1/2

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ no, he's still there, in spite of the question catching him off-guard. ]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

I don't dislike 'em, I guess.

[ talks through his cracker, folding his arms behind his head. usually he's not on the receiving end of that sort of thing, so he wouldn't know much. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[hums, jamming his hands into his pockets, crushed cracker and all.]

I don't like them. I used to.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

What changed?

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

They died.

[left turn here, right turn there.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[ doesn't exactly get it ... ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

Nothing.

[pushes through a set of double doors... to the pool.]