r&r.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ not everyone's got an exciting agenda ... riku's managed to corner himself a loveseat near a large tv, & with a lack of anything better to do, he's been watching the better half of a football game. ]

[ however, it's an uphill battle for both teams, so it's hardly holding his interest. by the third quarter he's resorted to rolling on his stomach, watching everyone go by (what, you don't like sports?) or whipping out a cell phone he's managed to keep hanging on to. ]

... [ unfortunately, sending texts still doesn't work. ]

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[rikufu.livejournal.com]

How does this still have minutes?

[ p-puts it away. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

... Who did it even say was calling?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Beats me.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

... All you had to do was read the screen.

[sighs, rubbing his eyes.]

Whatever.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Not like it said anything.

[ raises an eyebrow. ]

Why're you so worked up?

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head.]

I'm not.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Huh.

[ doesn't push it, wincing at the so-called "professional" football players instead. ouch. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[sits quietly for a while, alternating between watching the tv and picking at a rip in his jeans, until finally--]

Let me see your phone.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ hands it over without much thought. not like riku's got anything to hide at this point. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[messes with it for a few seconds, trying to find a way to call the number back... but he can't even find the number.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Told you so.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[just hands the phone back.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ his mother hen senses are tingling ... ]

You sure nothing's up?

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[shrugs.]

Yeah...

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs back, getting comfy in his seat again. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[crawls back up onto the couch after a minute or two. less on riku this time. he's quiet for quite a while, just staring at the tv, until, finally - like always - he spills what's on his mind.]

I, uh... I was developing some film the other day ...

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Anything good?

[ only half-listening, but riku's oblivious like that. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[considers the question, lips pursed.]

That... depends.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

On what, the film?

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

No.

[pauses, then opens his mouth to elaborate, but changes his mind at the last second. he's not entirely sure he saw anything - er, anyone. it could have just been all of the chemicals getting to him, but they've never bothered him before.]

-- Nevermind.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

C'mon, don't hold it in.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[well, might as well try lying.]

I-I exposed all of the photo paper by accident. That's it.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

... what does that have to do with my phone.

[ nice try. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[oh. shit. ... let's try distraction.]

Nothing. Ever been in a dark room?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

... that depends.