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[ 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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[it takes a while for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but in that time, he contemplates whether or not he'd really seen anything, or if it'd just been his mind playing tricks on him. if he'd just made it up or dreamt it.]

[roxas slowly paces the length of the small room, letting his fingers run along the cool edge of a long metal sink each time he passes by.]

Maybe I'm just losing my mind. Hallucinations. ... Right?

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[ not here, not there - riku's starting to feel more than a little guilty, so after some time he slumps against a wall in defeat. better luck next time, champ. ]

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[stops by the edge of the sink and looks down into it at the three tubs of three different chemicals sitting there. they're perfectly harmless so long as they aren't ingested, but maybe he can convince himself that it was just a crazy hallucination induced by (harmless) chemical fumes.

[it would probably be easier if he wanted to believe it was all fake.]

Damn it.

[slams his fist against the edge of the metal sink. ... ow.]

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What the--

[ turns his head off to one side. what's that sound? probably nothing. ]

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[probably not the smartest idea he's ever had. now he's frustrated and his hand hurts more than he expected, but it's too dark to tell if he's done any damage.]

[muttering under his breath, roxas finds the door and slides it open, hand cradled at his side.]

1/2

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[ there's another noise, & riku turns to the other side, practically on edge. ]

[ ... figures that it'd be at the end of the hall with that weird tube outside. ]

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... what'd you do now.

[ he sounds a little tired. ]

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[jumps a bit but doesn't acknowledge him right away, choosing instead to check out his hand. no big injuries or blood or anything like that; just some broken skin and some redness.]

Don't worry about it. Who won?

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'dunno, I've been out here.

[ scuffs his foot on the floor. awkward when you're only wearing socks, though riku's past the point of caring. ]

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[shakes his hand out a little.]

Maybe it's not over yet. Better get back before you miss the end.

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It's not that important.

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Hm.

[after a beat, he starts down the hall to find a bathroom so he can wash his hands.]

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[ oh, no. anything but the silent treatment. ]

Roxas--

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[continues-- oh, hey. bathroom. he answers just before turning in, keeping the door half way open.]

What?

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[ that's when he realizes he didn't have much to say aside from the obvious, so he stands there rubbing the back of his neck. ]

... uh, nothing.

[ except, you know, ohjeezsortainaskirtwhat. ]

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[he really has nothing else to say to him, anyway]

[falls silent and turns the sink on.]

...

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[ drums his fingers on the wall. maybe he should just go, let it blow over until roxas can reprimand him later or something, the poor guy ... ]

... maybe you were seeing things.

[ good work, riku. ]

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[licks at his back molars the way most people do when they can't believe something, huffing out a breath. he soaps up his hands, rinses, dries them, and then shuts the faucet off before pushing past riku without even a sideways glance.]

Yeah. Maybe.

[boy, was that convincing.]

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Maybe he's shy, maybe he doesn't remember--

[ that probably wasn't a good thing to say, either. ]

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[that stops him in his tracks, if only for a few seconds.]

--... Me? That's what you were going to say, right: 'maybe he doesn't remember you'. Well, maybe you're right. I don't see why he should.

[ drama drama drama. but he's touchy when it comes to... all things sora. either way, he doesn't feel much like sticking around.]

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[ opens & shuts his mouth, scrambling for an easy fix. for once, that wasn't what he was trying to imply. ]

I was gonna say "being here", but ... ...

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But if that was true then he wouldn't have asked about you.

[mutters more than anything, suddenly feeling exhausted.]

Just- just forget about it, okay? I don't want to talk about this anymore.

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Look, I'm sorry. But he just .... left, so ...

[ at least that's what riku thought. hard to tell when you've got no way out in a room full of clones & the weirdest people around. ]

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[just nods. he hasn't got much else to say.]

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[ doesn't. really. know how to be reassuring in this scenario, lifting a hand & lowering it back down clumsily. he can't help but feel a little responsible, what with the poor reaction & all. ]