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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

[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. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[don't get sick, don't get sick. stop thinking, don't get sick. presses his lips together, eyes screwed shut. don't get sick, you deserve this, don't get sick.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

- that's why I told you to stay put.

[ ope, here's riku, with a mug of tea and bucket in tow. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[releases a shaky breath, shaking his head.]

I-I'm fine. ... Headache.

[forces himself to relax and glances up, hand reaching out. tea, please.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Hn.

[ holds the mug out. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[takes it with both hands, fingers cupped around it. breathing in the steam proves to be a little calming, but not much.]

Thanks.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs, turning on the light. it's way too dark in here ... ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[squints against it until his eyes adjust, carefully sipping his tea. he'll think of something else to say, eventually. maybe.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ well, there's nothing to say - even riku knows better than to be all over someone when they just blew chunks in the restroom. ]

[ puts a hand on roxas' head (he likes doing that, apparently) before passing on by. now, where's that portable game he hid for a rainy day ... ]