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[and suddenly a Riku on the floor! ... one that doesn't look at all like a normal Riku, since he's clutching tightly to bedsheets with a silver palm-pilot-like thing in his hand. In fact, it's greeting him.]

Good morning, RIKU.

... no, m'not getting up.

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[Someone over here didn't notice him...]

[But their kitten sure as hell did. Cali has been with Roxas most of the time since he arrived, only leaving to find food or drink and come right back. Ever faithful, the kitten only sticks by people she knows and cares about... which is why she's approaching Riku and pawing at his nose.]

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[--achoo. and he slowly starts to squirm, his Gadget falling from his hands before he looks blearily at Cali.]

... oh, hey. --wait, Roxas?

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[Has heard plenty of Rikus saying his name in the past two days since he's been curled up against this wall. He doesn't move.]

[But Cali is looking over her shoulder at her pathetic, broken ball of a master.]

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[and of course, Riku can't leave him alone, especially like that. he scoops Cali up with one hand and drags the sheets along behind him, before he crouches in front of him.]

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[... there's someone in front of him. He lifts his head slightly, eyes raising slowly up to his face. His eyes start to widen.]

--R... Riku...?

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... duh.

[smiles a little, shaking his head as he lets Cali back in his lap.]

So what did the Hotel do to us now?

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... [please excuse him as he reaches out and touches Riku's chest with one very shaky hand. He's barely slept in the past two days, and he hasn't eaten. This probably looks familiar, Riku.]

... Y-you're... real...

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[... gently takes his hand in his own.]

Yeah. What's with you... you look like when I was playing the Game.

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[Here, Riku, have your boyfriend's eyes suddenly tearing up and overflowing. He would throw himself at you if he had the strength, but he doesn't, so he's just going to double over as much as he can, clutching his hand with both of his own.]

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[s-startled, pulling a bit back before hugging him tightly.]

Roxas, what the hell's going on...? What happened? Have I been asleep for a few days or something?

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[weakly moving so he can cling like fuck to him, even if it stings to do so. He's trying not to sob, but when he tries to say something, that's all it comes out as. So, he's going to keep his mouth shut.]

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[he just holds him flush against him, giving him a light kiss on his cheek.]

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[And he wants to stay there, but he feels the moisture, and the pain on his chest. He pushes away from him, falling back against the wall, but his shirt is very slowly getting wet, red seeping through the pale fabric of the button-up. His facial expression is definitely pained.]

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[his eyes widen in shock and horror.]

--Roxas!

[he ... lightly puts his hand over the blood.]

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[He's trying to keep himself under control here, but he snatches his wrist. That hurts.]

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... Curaga.

[he leans in and whispers it next to his ear, soothing green light washing over him.]

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[And that seems to stop the bleeding. But he doesn't stop crying, or shaking. His hands go up to clutch at his own shirt. He's getting blood on his hands, but he's... obviously hiding something.]

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Roxas, stop it.

[he frowns, trying to unbutton his shirt.]

I need to see what happened.

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[He's holding tightly onto the fabric. He doesn't want him to see. He can't let Riku see it.]

[Too bad his grip isn't very strong today.]

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[... he lets go, shoulders slumping.]

I'm sorry, then.

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[Shit, no, don't do that.]

[His eyebrows furrow. He looks.... ashamed. His grip loosens until he's just barely holding the shirt closed. From what Riku got undone already, he can probably see the top of the scarring area.]

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[he looks over at Cali instead, gently petting her head.]

I'm sorry for whatever happened, and I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you. But at least let me help you afterward.

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... [He's hesitant. He doesn't want Riku to know what happened, but if he doesn't trust him... How can he show he means it when he tells him he loves him?]

[Better look up, Riku, because he's getting the shirt mostly unbuttoned and holding the fabric open. His eyes are shut, tears still slowly falling.]

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[his eyes widen at that sort of cut, and... he almost touches it with his fingers before looking into his face, eyes hardened.]

Who did that?

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Y-you wouldn't believe me... if I told you.

Riku, look.. around. We're n-not at the H-hotel.