i did not ask for this.

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[A Riku's just casually walking in, scrolling down the messages on his phone. It has a dangling, golden cross as a strap, matching the one around his neck in a choker-like design. He looks like he's in private school, though the emblem reads 'St. Micheal's Church'. he stops to read one message in particular, before tilting his head.]

But I already sang last night. Pastor Braig has got to be kidding.

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[while you're looking down, there's a Roxas barreling around the corner and unable to stop because he's never used the skates he's wearing before]

Look out!

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[His eyes go wide and he's quick to run out of his way, swallowing hard.]

My Lord! What are you doing?!

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[he's flailing wildly right before crashing into that wall, that's what he's doing.]

Nnnn...

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[and he's running over to him, slipping his phone into his pocket and trying to help him up.]

Are you... well, no, obviously not, duh.

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[his forehead is very red where it bounced off the wall, and it's hard for him to get his feet steady under him with the skates he's wearing. other than that he appears to be fine.]

Good Lord, that hurt.

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Uh--never mind, sit down.

[sets him against the wall and starts to get those skates off of him.]

What do you think you're doing? Do you know how to use these?

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[sits down gratefully, rubbing his forehead]

They were a Christmas gift. I've never seen anything like them before, but I didn't think they were dangerous.

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... skates? You've never had skates?

[looks at him weirdly, before looking around.]

Where is this, anyway? This isn't St. Micheal's.

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Is that what they're called? I thought they were just strange shoes. People call this place a dressing room, though I think it's a little big for that.

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Oh...

[sighs, looking around, before looking at him.]

Well, you use skates like you walk, but you have to know how to stop.

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Something I've still got to work on. These things didn't exactly come with instructions. You're from St. Michael's?

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... they should've.

[frowns at them before he gives them back.]

I am. I didn't know other people knew about it.

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[takes them, not quite ready to try again so soon]

There was a St. Michael's being built a few towns away from mine. I'm from St. Mary's.

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... St. Mary's sounds familiar.

[good he doesn't want to carry a bloody Roxas.]

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Really? A lot of people here have never even heard of it!

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Well, St. Mary's a pretty popular name for a church, either way.

[sort of sheepish, before holding out a hand for him.]

I'm Riku.

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I'm Roxas. It's nice to meet you!

[That smile as he takes Riku's hand might look incredibly like a Sora's, as this particular Roxas isn't a Nobody like most of the others and hasn't had much in the way of traumatic experiences (unless you count that Even introducing him to Firefly)]

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[he recognizes the similarity to his friend and blinks, voice sounding a little blank.]

You look like... someone I know.

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I do?

[scratches his head, pondering]

I don't think I've met anyone who looks like you in my world before.

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In... your world?

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Yeah. Everyone who gets stuck here seems to be from all sorts of different worlds. Most of them seem pretty strange to me.

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[... riiight. brb backing away.]

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[blinks at you.]

Hey, I'm not crazy! At least you didn't see an angel when you got here. I thought I'd died.

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Roxas, are you sure you're alright? Maybe you hit your head too hard.

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[...feels his head where he discovers a small lump]

It's sore, but I'm pretty sure I'm okay.