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[dawnrise]

[ Riku would like to think that, one day, she'll get over this. She knows she's herself now, no one else, but there are times when the effects Ansem had on her really make themselves known. And she's really getting sick of this neverending cycle. Especially when even her skin changes colors.

She's kneeling just inside the entrance to Halloween Town, bent over so far that her hair brushes across the ground. Her forehead rests across one arm for support, fingers digging into the dirt, while the other hand clutches at her chest. Her altered appearance aside (and we don't mean her normal black costume), there might be something more worrying about this picture. There are Shadows rising from the floor around her. ]

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[summer_poprocks]

[he's no trouble-magnet, but he IS slinging that handful of pudding at her head! and is that giggling? no, no it's manly laughter]

[dawnrise]

[She turns her head away to protect her eyes, but the pudding splatters over her head and covers most of it anyway. Oh, Roxas. You're in trouble.]

...alright.

[summer_poprocks]

[he's biting his lower lip in anticipation, wading backward through the pudding to put more distance between them]

Alright?

[dawnrise]

I'm taking that as a challenge.

[How fast can you dodge a girl pouncing for you when you're in pudding, Roxas?]

[summer_poprocks]

[not very fast! his feet slip on the bottom when she does and he flails with a brief yelp before going under]

[dawnrise]

[Oh good, that saves her the trouble of bringing him down with her. Those fingers of hers are going to his ribs, by th way. She's covered in chocolate pudding, what does she have to lose?]

[summer_poprocks]

[he'd just started to pop his head back up to the surface when she started tickling, only to jerk with a surprised laugh and try to squirm away]

Ack! Riku!

[dawnrise]

What?

[She's mighty strong, Roxas. That squirming's not gonna do him any good, and her fingers just keep moving! He might be doomed to laugh himself to death in a pit of pudding.]

[summer_poprocks]

[SQUIRMS-- and he's gathering up two handfuls of pudding with the thought that maybe if he plops them on both sides of her head at the same time, she'll be too surprised to tickle]

N-not fair!