achromatic;

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[Looks like the garden's been hit by the influence of winter, and there's plenty of snow everywhere to do what you will with if the last spell wasn't enough. There are even some sleds hanging around, and a snowman or two already built. This Riku in particular is just watching from his spot against a tree- the tree happens to have quite a few winter apples on it too, one of which is being tossed up and down in his hand.]

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/finds you :3

[colorfulhues.livejournal.com]

[She's still checking out all the places to go in this new.. strange home. Of multiples and different universes and all, but she was hitting up the garden at last and glancing around before spotting Riku over by a tree.

Smiling, she started to make her way over to him.]

Riku, hey!

o/!

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[Glances over, nodding a bit in greeting.]

Hey.

\o

[colorfulhues.livejournal.com]

How are you doing? [Comes to a stop beside him.

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs.]

I'm alright. You?

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[across the way is another tree from which a tire-swing hangs, and atop that tire is Sora, all bundled up from head to toe. he seems pretty content to just swing despite the fact that he's gradually losing momentum.]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[Glances over at him for a while, just watching with vague interest. Tire swings are for spring, dork.]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[No reason why someone can't swing in the winter! As his swing slows to a stop, he clumsily slides down, sticking his legs through the middle with a slight grimace on his face. His toes barely reach the ground (or the snow, rather), but he manages to push himself off again with his foot, curling his arms over the top of the tire.]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[After a bit more watching, he opts to wander over. Still just watching silently though.]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[oblivious to Riku, Sora keeps on a'swingin', uncurling one arm so he can press a gloved hand over his cold nose. but soon, he grows tired of he swing, and ever so awkwardly, he slides out from the middle and down onto his knees, right into the snow. it takes him a moment (and a try or two) to get to his feet, and once he's up, he brushes himself off, tugs his sweater down, and... limps towards the trunk of the from which the tire swing hangs.]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[...Alright, his curiosity's reached its limit.]

What're you doing?

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[spins around, almost losing his balance, but he manages to steady himself with one hand pressed against the tree trunk. about half a foot below his hand is a cane, just resting against the tree.]

Jeez! You can't just sneak up on people like that!

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

Sorry.

[Eyes the cane with a curious look, but says nothing for now.]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[laughs a bit and dismisses the apology with a shake of his head, awkwardly tugging on the end of a dark blue scarf draped around his neck.]

Nah, it's alright.

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

So what're you doing?

[Besides stumbling around in the snow.]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[shrugs a shoulder, leaning most of his weight against the tree.]

Uh, well. I was swinging on that tire swing, but then my butt went numb.

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

That's why you're supposed to use them in the spring.

[Sticking to his opinion that you are a dork for tire swinging in the winter.]