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[boyishkeys.livejournal.com]

[ Why do new arrivals end up on the floor? Who knows. He, however, is clad in small, silver armor--and looking quite tired. He doesn't even seem to notice where he is, at first, because he's so busy trying to keep himself upright and not keel over. He's sitting against the wall, legs spread out in a V, with his hands on either side. The way his head keeps hanging, he's obviously near exhaustion and won't last too much longer without a bed or some food. He groans, and tries to stand up, almost toppling over and falling the first time, on his hands and knees.

He sucks in a breath and pushes himself up, forcefully, grabbing onto the wall to keep himself steady. Even as he stands, however, his knees are starting to shake and he sort of... collapses to the side, on one knee. ]

I can't believe it... I can't even move.

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[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

Need a hand?

[Slightly concerned expression here.]

[boyishkeys.livejournal.com]

[ He looks up at him, tilts his head, and rubs his eyes. ]

Riku...? When'd Master Inxe let you go? ... how'd you get those... [ cough ] things in your--hair?

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

...It's a long story. I'll tell you it once you're not about to pass out.

[Offers a hand.]

[boyishkeys.livejournal.com]

[ He nods and gropes around the air for his hand before clasping it, rubbing his eyes. ]

Thanks...

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Helps him up, then heads towards the kitchen.]

What happened to you, anyway?

[todomarishi]

[Terra watches all of this from a distance away. He lays his Keyblade over his shoulder and heads toward Sora when it becomes obvious that the boy really is struggling to get up and stay on his feet.]

Are you all right... young Keyblade wielder?

[boyishkeys.livejournal.com]

[ He tenses when he looks up, then rubs his eyes twice. No way. ]

Y... yeah, I'm fine.

[todomarishi]

[Trust that under the helmet, Terra isn't looking particularly convinced. He shifts his weight, taking a moment to study the kid's armor.]

Are you sure about that?

[boyishkeys.livejournal.com]

[ His armor is somewhat like his own, but smaller and obviously meant for training the body to hold under the weight of the metal, not to guard. ]

... not really.

[todomarishi]

[He's quiet for a few moments, glancing from the boy to the area around them before finally kneeling down on one knee.]

What's the problem then?

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

[... Whoa, armor! Cool. :o

Someone hasn't gotten his just yet.]

[boyishkeys.livejournal.com]

[ For a minute, he thinks Roxas. And is almost weirded out. But then, he's even more weirded out-- ]

V... man, I must be really tired.

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

Hey, are you okay?

[Man, this guy must've had a rough routine.]

[boyishkeys.livejournal.com]

[ Uh. He braces a hand against his head, and shakes it afterwards. Of course I'm not okay, I'm hallucinating. ]

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

Uh...

[taptap]

[seasides]

Need a hand?

[because there's one being offered, as well as a kind smile.]

[boyishkeys.livejournal.com]

[ Flinches back to stare at the hand, then the body attached. ... he's familiar, for some reason, enough for him to grasp his hand without a second thought. ]

Th-thanks. I thought I'd have to roll away or somethin'...

[seasides]

[puuuulls him up with a grin.]

Rolling on a flat surface actually takes a lot more effort than some people realize.

[boyishkeys.livejournal.com]

[ He seriously stumbles, so be ready to catch a possibly falling Sora, Kai. ]

Shoot, shoot--!

[seasides]

[-whoops, catches him with a quiet 'oof' before laughing.]

Maybe we should just find you a couch before I explain what's going on.

[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

[there is an amused, winged Riku holding a hand out to him.]

Need a hand?

[boyishkeys.livejournal.com]

[ Near has a heart attack (which he's not that far away from, really) when he sees him, pressing his back against the wall. ]

R-riku?!

[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

[blinks, then folds his wings against his back]

Relax, all that armor hasn't killed you yet.

[boyishkeys.livejournal.com]

[ He doesn't like the sound of that yet, placing his hands against his head. ]

I've really, really gotta get to bed.

[sunset-requiem.livejournal.com]

[If nothing else, at least his smirk should be familiar.]

I don't think you'll be able to get to it like that even if you were in your own world.