Look who is finally emerging

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

[Here is a Ri. He is quite thoroughly washing his hands and arms in a bathroom sink, and probably has been for quite some time, if the empty soap bottle is anything to go by. Why don't you make some small talk with him to get his mind off things? Or you can just tell him you want in on the revenge action.]

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[totes-better.livejournal.com]

[A wild Fiona has appeared! She has no idea what is going on so she'll be raising an eyebrow at you. Also notices that empty soap dispenser.]

What's up? Something really stuck on? [Tapping the empty bottle.] Did you find like a maple syrup room or something?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

More like blood. And other stuff, too.

*scrubbing fastidiously under his nails*

[totes-better.livejournal.com]

[Way to go Ri. That threw her for a loop.]

Wait. What? What the hell happened?

[f-l-a-m-e-s.livejournal.com]

Didn't know you were such a mysophobe.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*looks up from scrubbing*

... what? I'm not. I don't care who you have sex with. Different strokes for different folks, you know?

[f-l-a-m-e-s.livejournal.com]

...

Mysophobia is the fear of uncleanliness.

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[She was just walking past, but pauses in the doorway at the sound of vigorous scrubbing.]

Are you okay?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*blinks and looks at you*

Yeah, sure. I'm fine.

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

What's with all the scrubbing?

[She didn't peg you for the germaphobe type.]

Do you have paint on your hands?

[fealtytoher.livejournal.com]

[Have a mid-twenties Roxas wearing a dark grey cloak and with a battleaxe attached to his belt exploring around here. He pauses when he sees Ri because he looks about the same age as his Riku.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*is just lathering up and scrubbing again, not noticing you at the moment*

[fealtytoher.livejournal.com]

Do people really get so dirty here? It's looked pretty clean so far.

[blankslates.livejournal.com]

[enters the bathroom- pauses when he sees someone. curiosity gets the better of him once again.]

Did you really use all of that soap?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*it's a good thing he doesn't have his younger-self's Memories*

... I guess I did. Maybe it was nearly empty already. I didn't notice.

[blankslates.livejournal.com]

[very good thing! he doesn't want another broken nose.]

Why?

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Ri?

[...someone's using a lot of soap]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Yo Ienzo.

*washwashwash*

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Did something happen? That's an awful lot of soap you're using.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

[...Hello other replica. That's a lot of soap.]

Must've been some mess.

going to bed pick up tomorrow?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*can you really tell he's a Replica?*

... I suppose so.

awright B)

[restituo.livejournal.com]

[No, he can't. He just assumes it's either a really tall real Riku... or a real tall replica. One of two.]

So what happened?

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

[eyes that empty bottle, wondering how full it was before you got here]

What's up?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he looks up when you speak; aha, you are his Riku so you can probably read his tumultuous emotions pretty easily*

... got dirty.

[cagedfox]

[peeeeeeek]
Did you get hurt?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*looks down at you, a bit surprised*

Oh, hello, Ienzo. No, I didn't get hurt. I just got dirty.