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[dawnrise]

[ The sound of slamming doors is pretty common in the dressing room, so it shouldn't be too off when the sound of the bathroom door being kicked from the inside (hard enough that it bounces back open) rings through this hall. Whoever happens to be inside hasn't noticed that the once closed and locked door now isn't, thanks to her own violence, as she's too busy raiding the cabinets. Bottles of pills, ointments, and bandages are piled up in the sink, towels are pulled out from their neat placement, and every possible cabinet and drawer is pulled open. The place is a mess, and she fits in well. Riku looks frazzled, eyes a deep orange. She's stopped the destruction for now, at least, staring down at a white box in her hand. ]

[[ooc: told you I'd do it.]]

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[dawnrise]

...or this place put it here. Something like that could certainly cause trouble.

[Tch.]

[before]

Well, you can toss it. Or go stash it somewhere.

[dawnrise]

[Raises an eyebrow at the stashing, and carries it over to the trash.]

[before]

[Shrugs and finishes off his water.]

[dawnrise]

[Out it goes! If someone wants a paopu they can find the trees.]

[before]

[Watch, another will be there when she turns around again--]

[dawnrise]

[She'll jump. WHY YOU DO THAT?]

[before]

[Because. He peers around her at the new paopu, eyebrows going up.]

This place is pretty insistent.

[dawnrise]

It always is.

[She's just gonna ignore this one, taking a mango out of the bowl.]

[before]

True.

[Ah, he's done his water, but doesn't want to eat any normal food.]

[dawnrise]

[She hasn't eaten in... well, a while. So she's pulling a sharp knife out of a holder to slice it open in her hand.]

[before]

[He's going to go poke around in the fridge on the off-chance there's something vaguely appetizing to him in there.]

[dawnrise]

What can you eat in here?

[She's curious, setting down half of the mango and peeling the other.]

[before]

Uhhh. Some of the fruit, probably. Bread. Pasta. Most meat, as long as there's not too much done to it.

[dawnrise]

'Not much done to it'?

[Wrinkles her nose.]

[before]

Uh. My body doesn't always agree to stuff the pre-sliced meat gets done up in, and leftovers are usually covered in spices or whatever, and some of those don't sit well either. And the raw stuff- if I want to cook up a full meal, I'll just do it in my own kitchen.

[dawnrise]

Right. That makes sense.

[Wow, he actually explained something. She is amazed.]

[before]

[Hey shush. He's considering making some toast or something for now.]

Mmhm.

[dawnrise]

[What, it's funny. It's practically a special occasion. She's happy with her fruit, and is almost done peeling.]

[before]

[Yeah, he's going to make some toast, popping a couple slices into the toaster and going back to leaning against the counter.]

[dawnrise]

[Mango successfully peeled. She literally drops the knife to stick into the half on the counter, wandering back to the fruit to pick up a pineapple. She's only looking it over though, tossing it into the air once - she's holding her mango in her teeth.]

[before]

What are you doing?

[Are you going to make a salad, Riku. :|]

[dawnrise]

Playing.

[Muffled. She bites through the mango, catching the part that falls with her other hand.]

[before]

Okay.

[....Why so playful, Riku.]

[dawnrise]

[Not playful so much as distracting herself. The pineapple is getting set down again.]