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[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

[Looks like someone's tumbled into the hall just now, mid-fight- though there's no heartless around to be threatened by that keyblade of his. He looks somewhat baffled by the sudden lack of them though, not to mention squinting from the brighter light.]

[ooc: look how good I am at enabling myself. someone stop me.]

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[stillahothead.livejournal.com]

[THIS GROWN MAN NOW LOOKS LIKE A FIVE YEAR OLD ON CHRISTMAS.]

RIKU!

[You are getting glomped.

.... in the manliest way possible.]

[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

[aaaugh what are you-- oh hi.]

...Roxas?

[stillahothead.livejournal.com]

It took you long enough!

[Pulls away to look over him.]

Are you okay?! You haven't been getting into a lot of trouble in our time, have you? I swear, if I have to go kill another Larxene because of you--

[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

Roxas, relax. I can't get into much trouble when you've only been gone for a week.

[Though he does look quite roughed up due to those pesky heartless.]

[stillahothead.livejournal.com]

A week?! That is so not fair!

[Frowns and casts Cure on him, meanwhile just crossing his arms.]

I've been stuck here almost a year!

[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

Sorry. At least I'm here now? You won't get too bored.

[Stands, wobbling a little.]

What about you, Trouble Magnet? A whole year without me to keep you out of trouble, how did you survive?

[stillahothead.livejournal.com]

[C'mere you, idiot :| Wraps an arm around him to keep him from falling over.]

We're seven years in the past, Riku. In case you forgot, our biggest problems back then were the sadists wandering around.

[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

...Oh yeah. This'll be easy, then.

[Sighs tiredly.]

There was a huge outbreak of heartless in our hallway. Bigger than usual.

[stillahothead.livejournal.com]

What?!

[DO YOU SEE THIS WORRIED FACE.]

Is everyone okay?!

[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

Obviously I don't know, I'm not there anymore. But Namine was helping me clear them out, and she'd know to go to the doctor-me if it got too bad.

[He's too tired to be worrying a ton, but still. She's there by herself :<]

[stillahothead.livejournal.com]

[Just takes a deep breath, heading off towards his room.]

Why do you even tell me things. You know all I'm going to do is worry.

[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

You tend to worry more when I get all quiet and refuse to talk.

[stillahothead.livejournal.com]

... yeah, well. I guess I worry no matter what.

[Room get, see that big comfy-looking bed? He's sitting you down there.]

[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

[Oh good. He's getting too old for these constant heartless-chasing shenanigans.]

Duh. It is you we're talking about.

[stillahothead.livejournal.com]

[Oh Emoku.]

Yeah, yeah.

[He's pushing you to lay down now, bringing the blankets up over you.]

[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

Jeez, did the year you've been gone turn you into a nanny or what?

[aka 'But I don't want to take a nap D:']

[stillahothead.livejournal.com]

Shut up and lay down. You need to rest and I am not letting you out of my sight until your sorry ass is feeling better.

[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

Mother henning already? My aren't we prompt.

[Smirks, but rolls over to try and sleep.]

[stillahothead.livejournal.com]

As always.

[Turns and heads for the door.]

If you need me, just walk through that door on your left. it leads to a little living space that's connected to my room.

[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

Will do, maam.

[Nanny might be your new nickname.]

[stillahothead.livejournal.com]

Shut up.

[Rolls his eyes and leaves.]

[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

[You'll only get an hour long break Nannyxas, since he'll be up and wandering around again soon. Looks like he stopped at the kitchen first for some coffee though.]

Feel like catching me up on things now?

[stillahothead.livejournal.com]

[Hey look, it's your almost a year old kind of nephew! Austin is just playing with some blocks on the ground, with his dad beside him.]

Depends on what you want to be caught up on. We're seven years in the past. So, there are seventeen and nineteen year old versions of us here.

[nightfallingly.livejournal.com]

I kind of mean with you. You haven't been getting into too much trouble without me, have you?

[stillahothead.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, no, not really. Austin has been keeping me busy, I guess I don't have time to be a trouble magnet.