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[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[There's a Riku residing in the kitchen today, sitting on the countertop. There's a partially eaten sandwich next to him, but he's currently more interested in the container of eggs in his hands. Each egg has a different design, like they've been dyed for Easter, almost.]

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[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[Well, she'd been coming in to get a drink, but she's distracted by Riku and the eggs.]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[He picks one up out of it's carton, examining the pattern on it with a critical eye.]

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

Did, um... did you paint those?

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

...Sort of.

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

Sort of?

[She steps closer, curious.]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[He's not sure how smart it is to advertise his ability, but lots of people in here have weirder ones. So he hols the egg up a little, and a different color spreads from his fingertips to the rest of the egg.]

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[Oh brb staring in awe.]

That's incredible.

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs, placing the egg back in it's container.]

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

Can you do that with anything?

[No, mun, she will not ask him to do that to her dress.]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[He will gladly lend his coloring services if she asks!]

Yep. Anything I touch, anyway.

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

That's really amazing... have you always been able to?

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[Shakes his head.]

Only since I was about ten.

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

That's strange.

[She looks over the eggs again, then wanders over to the fridge to get a drink.]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know.

[Sets the eggs aside and goes back to his sandwich.]

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

But not bad!

[That was. added rather hurriedly. She doesn't want Riku to get the wrong impression!]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[And he just smiles dryly and stares at the wall.]

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[She hauls out a big juice jug kind of awkwardly, making her way over to the counter and going to get a glass.]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[Still just silently eating! Though he is watching her out of the corner of his eye.]

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

U-Um. Do you want some?

[Because getting a second glass definitely isn't a problem!]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

...Sure.

[Since you're offering, I mean.]

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[She nods and gets another glass, pouring a generous amount into each and putting the jug away before bringing one of the glasses to him.]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[Takes it with a murmured 'thanks' and takes a sip.]

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[She just nods and leans against the counter a little ways away, quietly sipping her own.]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't talk for a while, but eventually the silence gets to him.]

So what's your story?

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[She's silent for a little longer, staring down at her drink.]

What do you mean?

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

Everyone in here has a different story, right? Alternate dimensions or something?

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

Right... well, mine's not very exciting...

[Is it painfully obvious she doesn't want to tell?]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[Very much so.]

Neither is mine.

[Goes back to staring down the wall then!]

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[She'll just... go back to her juice.]

[dawnrise]

Little late, isn't it?

[have a female Riku eying those eggs curiously.]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

I guess it is.

[Can't help but look for a little longer than he should, because he's yet to see a female him.]

[dawnrise]

[She's used to it, and will just nod and make her way over to the fridge.]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[Go for it, he's just going to put the egg back in it's carton and set it aside.]

[dawnrise]

[She's getting a bottled drink and glancing back over at him, wondering what's with the eggs, anyway.]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[Just a little entertainment. Goes back to eating his sandwich, glancing about the room with an uninterested look.]

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[oh look, it's a tiny version of you at a young age peering into the kitchen]