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[ 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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[ ... he hesitates, glancing at his feet and then towards a hallway. ]

Uh...

That's what I thought. Come on.

[He kneels down on one knee, his wings spreading slightly for Sora to climb on and piggyback. Riku could carry him easily, but has an idea that Sora might not like simply being carted like that.]

... you're letting me on your back?

[ He's not sure whether to be awed or somewhat uneasy. But he does climb on.]

Relax, I'm certainly not a Hydra.

[He shifts his wings a bit more, hooking his arms under Sora's knees before he starts walking. He could just poof them there, but simply seeing him already came close to giving Sora a heart-attack.]

[ Thankful that nothing weird's going on, he relaxes a little more, just sort of drooping as he holds onto Riku. He's not stupid enough to let go, but he doesn't want to hold on so tightly. ]

[That's fine, it's not like he'd actually let you fall and hurt yourself. As he walks, Sora can even have a small tour of the things they pass.]

[ Too bad there's no dinner with this tour. ]

[That comes after the bath part. B|]

[ Oh fine. ... Are we there yet. ]

[Yes, we're there. When he said baths he meant baths, too. The room he's taken you to has three large, sunken baths in the floor, with the middle one being the largest. There's an almost quiet stream of water pouring into the end of each one from the ceiling, but it's hard to tell exactly where it's coming from with all the white cloth decorating the ceiling like ribbon.]

Still awake?

Hm?

[ Not really, sort of half--but he kind of stares at the big bathtubs, sort of leaning forwards to look. ]

Are these special angel baths or something?

They're the ones I prefer, but anyone could use them if they knew where they were.

[Heads up, he's setting you down now.]

[ Still wobbly like a newborn calf--but thankfully, he's grabbed onto the edge of the bathtub. ... right, so. Strains to turn on the cold water, before kicking his shoes off. ]

[While you do that, Riku's stretching his wings out, giving one a sniff and wrinkling his nose a bit. Looks like Sora's not the only one planning on a bath now, because there go his shoes too.]

[ He starts pulling off his shirt, wincing when he shrugs it off of his shoulders. ]

Uuugh...

[He's noticed the trouble Sora seems to be having, even as he lets his own white pants hit the floor, padding toward the boy in nothing but a simple loincloth, only to pass him and step right into the water before turning to offer him a hand climbing in.]

[ Sora's not entirely new to crowded baths--he and Riku take quite a few when they're exhausted like this. So after he's in his boxers, he sort of climbs in, sighing in relief and sinking into the cold water. ]

[Your end may be cold, but he prefers the hot on his side. His wings are quickly growing heavy with the water, dragging through it as he makes his way toward the soap.]

[ He obviously likes it cold, if the ice cubes falling from the ceiling are any indication. It probably melts over on his side, but he's in bliss. Ohh, aching muscles... ]

[dunks down to get himself fully wet before soaping up, doing his best to lose the smelly boy scent 8| he doesn't know how you can stand bathing in ice water]

[ Because it feels nice against sore muscles. Now excuse him as he makes grabby motions towards the shampoo. ]

[He still thinks heat is better for that. You're getting a raised eyebrow at those grabby motions.]

Yes?

Um... the shampoo's behind you.

[ He points, one hand falling to his side. ]

[He's doesn't want to go near all that ice water on your side. It's bad enough that it's taken the edge off the heat on his own side.]

Perhaps if you help me with my wings, I'll let you have the shampoo.

[ He blinks, rather owlishly. ]

... y'want me to get near your wings?