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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. ]

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[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.]

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[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.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ decides, again, that it's better not to ask, wrinkling his nose at the chlorine in the air. never really one of his favorite spots. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[silent, he approaches the edge and sits down, tugging off his socks and rolling his jeans up before he sticks his legs in the water.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ swallows his cracker, not entirely sure what to do with the gun in his hand, so he sets it aside. maybe someone else'll randomly pick it up the same way he did. ]

C'mon, tell me the whole story.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[leans back on his hands, a bit of crushed cracker still clinging to his palm. his eyes are focused on the way the water ripples around his legs when he swings them.]

About the flowers? There isn't one- not really.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

It's a pretty grim metaphor.

[ not that he cares very much, though its implications make him think about things he probably shouldn't. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

It's not a metaphor. It is what it is. The flowers died, that's all.

[but riku probably doesn't know about the flowers.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Don't know how that matters, you could just get new ones.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

I don't know how to take care of flowers. They'd just die all over again.

[he does that weird little gesture again, the one with the back of his hand to his mouth.]

I feel sick.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ wonders if this is really just about flowers, and gingerly puts a hand on top of his head. ]

That'll happen if you don't eat for a while.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[swallows that sick feeling down so it can twist around in his stomach some more, slowly lowering his hand.]

Yeah. That's probably it.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Or not, I'm just guessing.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[shrugs.]

I don't know, it could be. I hate saltines.

[after that, he just sits there quietly for a while, kicking his legs and watching the water hurry away in ripples, growing outward. and then he just starts... talking.]

The first time I got in this pool, I ended up having a conversation with myself - not me, but another me - for like... hours. I don't remember what we talked about, but when we were done, my fingers were all wrinkly.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ hasn't the heart to interrupt him, pushing the bangs away from his face quietly. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

He stuttered a lot and wouldn't put his cell phone down, even though it didn't work.

[lifts one leg out of the water and close to his chest, chin resting on his knee.]

The second time I got in, I'd planned on drowning myself. 'Was gonna sink to the bottom, and then breathe in until everything stopped.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

... ...

[ that shouldn't be such a surprise - after all, it's not as if he knew much of the guy back then. ]