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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]

Okay.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ smiles, not that he can really see it. for a guy who claims to have trouble expressing himself, he's come leaps and bounds lately. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[pulls his arm back, closer to his body.]

You don't have to stick around, you know.

[not that he doesn't want him there, but he's not mister exciting at the moment. there's something in his voice, though, something that's saying the completely opposite. please don't leave. don't you dare leave.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I do.

[ he would've regardless, but it looks like roxas has just sealed the deal. good thing he didn't have a lot of plans today. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[sighs, turning onto his back, sprawled kind of haphazardly. he starts to feel nauseated again, hot and dizzy, but he swallows it down; ignores the feeling and peels off his his flannel shirt.

some part of him feels like talking, like spilling some more, but there's not really much left. not anything he wants to touch yet. so he keeps quiet.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

... not that it'll help, but this place'd probably just bring you back if anything happened, anyway.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[just starts... laughing.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

What, I've seen it.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[ha ha ha]

N-no, I-- I know, I-I've seen it-- t-too.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

... ...

[ good thing roxas isn't feeling well, or he'd be getting the boot right now. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[still laughing. don't worry, he'll stop soon.]

It doesn't matter-- matter, though, because nothing's-- nothing's going to happen. I'm done.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

I'm just saying, jeez.

[ huffs. see if he ever starts a conversation again ... ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[presses his hands over his face as his laughter dies down.]

I know. Sorry.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

... got a nice laugh.

[ you'd think he'd have heard it more often. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

Laughing makes me feel sick.

[right now, anyway.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ oops. ]

My bad.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

Not your fault.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

... personally, I'd still recommend that tea.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[breathes in slow, deep.]

... 'kay.

[sits up, scooting out to the edge of the bed.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

You're not goin' anywhere.

[ but riku is, pushing himself up to his feet. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[sighs. he thinks about arguing, protesting, but in the end he just nods, shoulders slumping.]

Alright.

1/2

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ u-ugh, it's like kicking a puppy ... ]

It's for your own good, trust me.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ sighs, dusting himself off. there's no guarantee he'll even find what he needs out there, but here's hoping, meandering outside. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[sits, perched at the edge with his hands braced at his sides. his eyes wander aimlessly for a few moments, and then he closes them. I'm... disgusting.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ riku could do this in his sleep - he's lost count of how many times a certain best friend's been draped over the back of his couch, moaning over an ice cream-induced stomachache. ]

[ of course, roxas' isn't the same cause, but maybe it'll still help, eventually wandering back down the hall while balancing a mug. hm, ginger tea. ]