Displaced.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

[Oh, watch out DR. Here comes a fairly cranky sixteen year-old brooding his way down the hallway with an empty mug and wearing black pyjama pants and a tight hot pink t-shirt, since all of his black ones have been disposed of (when exactly did Mama teach his hellspawn sister how to do a Fire spell? he will have to speak with him later); At the thought of his mother though, that hard expression softens, because he wants to go home. He wants chocolate chocolate-chip cookies and special meatballs and Kitty and his own bedroom. He's rather tired of hiding though, and can be found in the kitchen idly playing with a toaster as his coffee brews. No wonder he's so damn short like his mother.]

[ooc: come say hi to the bowl of sunshine that is Rikka ♥~]

Comments

[regalheart]

I hear coffee stunts your growth.

[hiiiii sulkypants.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*turns around and makes his way to the fridge for the flavored creamer*

Aren't we a little old for height jokes, Uncle Kai?

[regalheart]

There's no such thing as too old for height jokes.

[heads into the kitchen to steal some of the coffee.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he raises an eyebrow at you*

You're holding me up to a typical male standard of height, when you know as well as I do that each of us has a different genetic burden to bear.

(translation: he gets it from his Mama)

[regalheart]

[why you gotta be like that. well, he looks amused anyway. has Rikka gotten himself a mug for his coffee yet? if not, Kai's going to grab one.]

Maybe.

[dawningcoast]

[Here is one mommy coming in with a six month old with his hair sticking straight up and a teether that resembles a spider. She looks a little surprised to see him in here.]

... Nice shirt.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*Rikka hasn't seen you yet, but he can feel your signature and turns his back to you, hoping you can't guess who he is*

... thanks.

[dawningcoast]

[Oh, please. She walks right on over to the where the cups are to get herself a mug. Aden twists around in her grip to look at him, making noises that sound very much like howls.]

What kind of coffee are you making?

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he recognizes those noises and sneaks a peek at his baby friend -- weird*

Free trade, obviously.

*save the whales, Auntie Piku Pie*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[squeal]

Paopao, that shirt really brings out your eyes!

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*goddammit*

Kira, are my eyes hot pink? No, they are blue. Are blue and pink complementary? No. It does not bring out my eyes.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[grumpybear is getting a hug!]

It makes your eyes pop. A blue shirt would just make your eyes fade back and not draw attention, which is a shame because you've got pretty eyes.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he is not blushing =__=*

Don't say 'pretty'! I am not pretty. As if you knew anything about color.

[f1re0nthesun]

[hay sup. I have no idea who you are, but you smell a bit like Ri. and I should look plenty familiar to you, if a lot younger than you're used to. just derping into the kitchen, anyway, shirtless as usual, looking rumpled and half-awake-- oh, you're brewing coffee. excellent.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*right now, he might smell more like Sora since he's pretty calm (why must everyone assume he is just like his Dad e__e must be the silver hair?); he might recognize you, but he sure as hell won't be saying anything, just leaning against the counter*

[f1re0nthesun]

[you smell like both, actually, though he's never met Sora. :D yawns a little and rummages in the bread basket on the counter for something to munch on.]

Any chance of me getting some of that coffee when it's through?

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*shrugs and scritches his butt*

Sure.

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[he's not anywhere near awake himself, and has a few scratches on one arm that are still healing from his latest foray into some new rooms. he doesn't so much as blink when he sees Rikka, shuffling over to grab his own cup from the cabinet and set it on the counter next to Rikka before going to dig out a bowl for cereal]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*Rikka feels your presence as you come in, and he looks over at you, his eyes widened a bit and wondering if he should say anything, before turning abruptly back to the coffee pot, willing it to hurry up*

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[his hand is hovering between Lucky Charms and Frosted Mini-Wheats, before finally deciding on the marshmallowy-goodness and pouring a bowl. he doesn't notice when a plastic-wrapped toy falls in and gets buried, shuffling over to grab some milk next]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he notices that, and shuffles over to point it out*

You've got uh, something in your cereal there.

*is it a fuzzbutt? he loves fuzzbutts*

[memorykitty.livejournal.com]

[Well here's a Kitty! Though probably not the one he's used to.

Namine just goes straight to the fridge to get a glass of milk, ears twitching slightly when she yawns.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he loves kitties! but he's very shy around new people, and so he just kind of tries to ignore her, though he's very curious about those little ears*

Ugh, where was this notification? :<

[memorykitty.livejournal.com]

[There's a pretty white fluffy tail as well!

Milk found! Grabs a glass and pours the milk into it before putting the milk back.

She looks friendly enough. Why dont you say hi?]

it was hiding

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he turns pink when he sees that tail because now he's looking at your butt, and turns around quickly*

Hi.