melody.

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[what is working on basics. Riku's sitting in the corner of the ball room, radio beside him and still cranking out a gentle, soothing classical piece. he's taking a break. or, rather. he's supposed to be taking a break, but he's doing a few leg exercises.]

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[seasides]

[wingboy is peeking in curiously.]

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[laying on his back. he looks completely blank, almost as if he wasn't doing anything at all... except his legs are raised five inches above the ground, and they're shaking a bit.]

[seasides]

[...he's going to assume that's a dance thing and try not to break Riku's concentration.]

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[sits back up after a minute or two, heaving out a large sigh.]

[seasides]

[steps into the doorway properly.]

What were you doing?

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

Leg exercises.

[a bit startled by him. unlike everyone else and their mother in this place, he's powerless.]

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Ah.

[well, they have met before, pretty sure! of course, he didn't have wings then...]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[well yes, they have, doesn't mean he's any less startled. he's eying the wings.]

... nice upgrade.

[silentinterror.livejournal.com]

[Classical music, ew. She's peeking in out of curiosity, vest still blood soaked from her earlier nurse battle.]

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[he pulls his leg back, about to turn the radio o--... freezes at the sight of Kairi. he looks blank for a moment or two before his brows knit together.]

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[Ooo classical music. She's just going stop and walk in a little to listen.]

[silentinterror.livejournal.com]

What?

[What in the world are you staring at.]

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[looks over. the floorboards are pretty creaky, so he can tell when someone's walking inside.]

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... I'd state the obvious, but I'm pretty sure you'd throw that in my face.

[his voice is careful and he draws himself up.]

What happened to you?

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[the wings shift a bit at that.]

Thanks. It's a pain in the ass walking through doors if I forget to fold them.

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Pain in the back, more like it, but I get what you mean.

[shakes his hair out, before drawing one knee to his chest, resting his hands there and his cheek on top of it.]

Nothing weird like that's ever happened to me.

[seasides]

Consider yourself lucky. Last time I had these things a Saix completely shredded one and broke the other.

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Oops... caught.]

Sorry, I just heard the music and I liked it.

[silentinterror.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Looks down at herself and then back.]

...I got in a fight.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[tenses, before he readjusts a slipper on his foot.]

... right. Looks like I'm good at staying out of trouble, then.

[seasides]

[grimaces faintly.]

Don't say things like that in this place.

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I don't control what you hear, I'm not mad.

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[... tears his eyes away from her and simply nods.]

Right. Bad fight, I guess.

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[er, confused look.]

Why?

[silentinterror.livejournal.com]

Mmm. There were a lot of them. And it always gets messy when there's a lot of them.

[Walks in a little, completely calm.]