would pass us by;

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[In a hallway (that some people might recognize as f_iery's 'family' hallway), there is a half-open door. And on the other side of that door is a certain young Riku, who was tying her hair into a pony tail in front of the mirror, before something made her stop.

After a moment, she reaches down and smooths her shirt out - somehow, she hadn't noticed the fact that she was starting to gain a little more of an adult figure.]

... huh.

Comments

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[Has some candy canes with her, looking to share them. Riku, what are you doin.]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[Lets go of her shirt and turns to look.]

Hey.

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

What're you doin'?

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

Just... something I didn't notice before. 's nothin'.

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[Blinks. Headtilt.]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[Pulls her shirt flat again, so they're visible |:]

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[Oh mai.

... brb mentally being self conscious.]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[...what why. Oblivious. >:]

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[Subject change.]

When's your birthday?

[eschewingly.livejournal.com]

[/wolf whistles

HA YOU WISH YOU CAN WHISTLE]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[--HITS HIM.]

Hey!

[eschewingly.livejournal.com]

[FLEES.]

What are you hitting me for, you're the one looking at yourself weirdly.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[COMING AFTER YOU.]

I didn't notice 'em before, okay?

[eschewingly.livejournal.com]

[RUN! RUN AWAY!]

Hooooonk.

LKDJVFSLKFJSD

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[... Tries to trip him.]

:}

[eschewingly.livejournal.com]

[None of that. Jumps over her foot. Lol griiiiin.]

sob

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[Crosses her arms.]

No fair.

[preflame]

[Walks into their room, tilting his head a bit at her.]

What is it?

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[--oops, lets her shirt go, so they're not really showing.]

Nothin'.

[preflame]

[Gives her a funny look, but shrugs and continues on into the room, flopping down face first into a pillow.]

what slight reading fail

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[...lookin' at you.]

What is it?

[preflame]

'm tired.

[It's muffled against the pillow, but there's definitely a whiny tone in there.]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

So take a nap?

[why so whiny.]

[preflame]

I sleep too much.

[Turns his head to look at her.]

... I think it's the cold.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

Yeah, maybe.

[Is there room on the bed for her to join him.]

Could always go find the desert room or something and see if that helps?