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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]

[sighs heavily, relieved and nauseated at the same time, which is a very, very weird feeling that he'll be glad to never experience again.]

Sounded like you wanted to for a second. Can't blame me for asking.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ glares over his peripheral. ]

I'm mad at me, not you, not him.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

You really shouldn't be.

[ow, ow, nose.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

If I said anything else about it you wouldn't believe me.

[ it's still my fault, i could've treated him better. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[clasps his hands together over the back of his neck, elbows pressing into his thighs.]

Believe it or not, I actually can't remember a time when I've doubt anything you said. Not saying you have to tell me anything, just clarifying.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ shuts his eyes. ]

I just blame myself. It's not like "Riku's a big silly jerk" was ever meant as a joke.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

Sometimes. You're only a jerk sometimes.

[lifts his head again and rests his chin on his knee, staying like that this time.]

About as often as you smile.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Probably more than we think, so I don't blame him, obviously.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

He didn't leave because of you.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

It can't have helped matters either.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

It had nothing to do with that. You heard him- you know that.

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[rikufu.livejournal.com]

You don't know 'cause people never tell the whole truth.

[ riku is a prime example ... ]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ pushes his hands to his eyes. he's feeling like a real heel right about now. ]

Whatever, I'm tired of fighting.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

I'm... I'm gonna go walk or. Something. I'll be back later.

[scrubs his hands against his face and stands.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ resumes staring at the floor. he thought maybe that'd be enough to set things aside, but apparently not. ]

I'm not tired of you.

[ oops, speaking before thinking. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[pauses mid-reach for the bucket. he blinks, then closes his eyes and releases a breath at the same time that the corner of his mouth tugs a little.]

... I'm just going to brush my teeth.

[because vomit-ginger breath isn't all that attractive, nor is it enjoyable.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ can't see it, and he's a little (inaccurately) preoccupied with not being a tool and trying to be ... genuine, for once. ]

Was that wrong?

[ poor backwards riku, for all his smarts, he looks so lost. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[moves to kneel in front of him, fingers reaching out and pushing through his hair again, only this time he shifts forward to lean his forehead against his, eyes closed.]

... No.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

... [ well doesn't he feel like the bashful little kid sora used to goad into playing tag, disarmed once again. roxas is too good at that. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[bumps his nose against his and then straightens up, offering him a hand.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ can't look him in the eye; he's caused enough trouble for one day, getting up and looking all sorts of awkward. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[touches his arm briefly.]

You okay?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs. how exactly do you answer that ... ]

I'll survive.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[nods, chewing at the inside of his cheek.]

... M'kay. I'll- I'll be back soon.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ just keeps staring at the floor. it's kind of implied that roxas needs to go take care of something alone, so for once he takes the hint and doesn't go to shadow him.

it's just that he feels self-conscious. really. ]