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[shroudedcoast.livejournal.com]

[ There's a fairly ordinary Riku exiting the kitchen with a sandwich hanging from his mouth and a bottle of juice in one hand. He's juggling it with a set of books, not even paying attention to what's going on around him -- he doesn't need to, to be honest, because he's navigating the halls like an expert. He does stop halfway down one, turning over his shoulder as he watches a pair of his own doubles walk past with obvious confusion. He's just full of mixed signals, isn't he?

Oh yeah. That heart of his? That might feel familiar. ]

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[ultimacannon.livejournal.com]

[ That's...

His eyes widen. ]

Fifteen years... How long have you been here, then?

[shroudedcoast.livejournal.com]

Almost two years.

[Later this year, anyway.]

[ultimacannon.livejournal.com]

[ He frowns. ]

That's still a long time to be away from your world.

[shroudedcoast.livejournal.com]

[He nods again, shifting the pile in his arms.]

Yeah. No kidding.