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

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

No, for your brother. Of course it's for you.

[eschewingly.livejournal.com]

[:|

but yes, unwrapping.]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[C:

dirty maaaaaags]

[eschewingly.livejournal.com]

..............................

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[sob no throwing ;; There's actually a real present for him, she just wanted to be a brat. :>]

[eschewingly.livejournal.com]

What is this.

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[pout.]

You're no fun.

[hands him the real one; it's a set of training things for. whatever martial art he practices /forgot]

[eschewingly.livejournal.com]

[oh okay]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[Open it?]

[eschewingly.livejournal.com]

[riiiip.]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[NO MY PAPER ;A;

/what.]

[eschewingly.livejournal.com]

[YOU SHOULD HAVE USED A PAPER BAG INSTEAD]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[But I don't wannaaaaa. Did you see yet.]

[eschewingly.livejournal.com]

[yes. omg :o]

[a-erora.livejournal.com]

[C:]