shade;

[blindfoldingly.livejournal.com]

[You'd think people would learn that exploring in here is often hazardous. Like, for example, when you open a door to find a million pairs of sunglasses pouring out onto you. Riku is not at all happy about this, especially considering the ones he was wearing were specifically darker tinted than normal ones. He's now searching around with his eyes closed.]

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[amnesiaclynx.livejournal.com]

[...Roxas just happened to be heading down the hall and stops to watch Riku search. After a moment, he wanders closer, poking around a bit before holding a pair to him.]

[blindfoldingly.livejournal.com]

[He can hear and sense someone else there, but he can't tell that anything's being held out for him, unfortunately.]

[amnesiaclynx.livejournal.com]

[Riku's being poked in the face with them.]

They smell more like you than the others.

[blindfoldingly.livejournal.com]

[Grabs them out of reflex, because they got that close to his face all of a sudden.]

...Thanks.

[Puts them on, relaxing a bit when his vision returns.]

[amnesiaclynx.livejournal.com]

[He settles back, eying him. He's got permanent dark circles under his eyes now, and the hoodie he's normally in seems even bigger than it would've the last time they met.]

[blindfoldingly.livejournal.com]

[Watches him for a moment.]

...Have we met?

[amnesiaclynx.livejournal.com]

Once. Briefly.

[His head tilts slightly.]

You were training.

[blindfoldingly.livejournal.com]

Right.

[Picks himself up, attempting to step out of the sea of sunglasses everywhere.]

[amnesiaclynx.livejournal.com]

[Roxas stands up as well, form slightly hunched. He's quite ready to just continue on down the hall.]

[blindfoldingly.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the help.

[He feels obligated to repeat it, since he could have been looking for hours.]

[amnesiaclynx.livejournal.com]

Mm. You know Sora.

[Yes, that's all the reason he needs, even if Tian's scent isn't really on Riku anymore.]

[blindfoldingly.livejournal.com]

[He's been keeping away from Sora and everyone else for a while now.]

...More than one.

[amnesiaclynx.livejournal.com]

[He just shrugs.]

It's one I know, too.

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

...what the heck happened?

[blindfoldingly.livejournal.com]

[Turns his head away to keep searching. No need to advertise his handicap.]

An avalanche of sorts.

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

Right. What do they look like?

[squats down beside the pile.]

[blindfoldingly.livejournal.com]

Black frames, darker tinted lenses.

[And there's no way he'll be able to find them on his own. So he'll accept the help, even if he knows which Demyx this is.]

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

Way to make it difficult. Maybe you should put a sticker on 'em or something in the future.

[but he's starting to search- and hey, it's Dyme.]

[blindfoldingly.livejournal.com]

[Yeah yeah, so you've got a nickname now, Nocturne.]

Classy.

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

Just a little one! Like, a little circle of silver. No one would even notice with your hair.

[searchsearch.]

[blindfoldingly.livejournal.com]

I don't usually get rained on by sunglasses.

[Keeps trying pairs on, tossing them away when they don't improve his sight.]

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

This is the dressing room, man. Get with it.

[holds up a pair, peering at the lenses.]

Are these them?

[blindfoldingly.livejournal.com]

...Might be.

[Stays facing away, holding out his hand for them.]

[justbusking.livejournal.com]

[puts them in his hand, then goes about grabbing the goofiest pair of sunglasses he can find and puts them on.]

[blindfoldingly.livejournal.com]

[Puts them on and breathes a sigh of relief.]

...What are you wearing?