RED WINGS

[paladinforce.livejournal.com]

[From behind a door, comes a loud knocking. In fact, it's very loud, almost like hammering. After a minute or two, comes an aggravated sigh.]

Riku! Riku, your mother's already cooked you breakfast, you can't be late to school again. Get up!

[a pause. waiting. there's a sound of a tapping foot, before he knocks once more.]

I will be coming in if you don't open the door. You have three seconds.

One... two...

[Anyone want to open the door, or do you want to wait for his wrath? He's gonna come in either way.]

[ooc: Y-yeah, well, you try playing Dissidia and not think of him as the perfect Rikudad. >:|]

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[chosenwielder.livejournal.com]

Looking for me?

[It's a Riku. A slightly puzzled looking Riku who's just chillin'.]

[paladinforce.livejournal.com]

[blankly stares at him, then approaches him, cautious. he himself is in a white suit, ready for work, but. Uh. what does one do when their son is... smaller? then again--]

Riku?

[chosenwielder.livejournal.com]

Could say that.

[Le shrug.]

[paladinforce.livejournal.com]

Do you know who I am?

[daddy's been tugged into world warfare before so this alternate universe shizz is no prob.]

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[there is a four year old Riku whose eyes just got very wide before he runs over to that door at breakneck speed, flinging it open to stare up at you]

[paladinforce.livejournal.com]

[--... a-aw, a blast from the past. Cecil himself doesn't age much; he bends down to look at Riku in the eye with a fond smile.]

Why do you look so scared?

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[because there is a room with a house that looks just like his, Destiny Islands and all, and it is empty]

Mommy's here?

[paladinforce.livejournal.com]

[he stands to go back--and has to back up, because he just hit the other side of a closet. ... brb rubbing his nose.]

How odd... the stairs were just down the hall.

[shadowedxlight.livejournal.com]

[The door is then yanked open, revealing a teenage girl with dark hair down to the middle of her back and dark blue eyes, she's wearing black pajamas.]

...Uh...do i know you?

[paladinforce.livejournal.com]

[urk, wrong door?]

No.

[shadowedxlight.livejournal.com]

So..which Riku are you looking for?

[Lame I know but you woke her up from her nap, she's still half asleep, but will help you look for him.]

[paladinforce.livejournal.com]

My son.

[rubs the back of his neck.]

Though I suppose he would be back home...

[blindlyfollows.livejournal.com]

[Is that a Riku with breasts opening the door?]

[paladinforce.livejournal.com]

[right age, wrong gender? ?__? not that he notices right away.]

... well?

[blindlyfollows.livejournal.com]

[Sort of. Riku stares at him, looking completely surprised and awkward.]

...well what?

[paladinforce.livejournal.com]

... are you ready for school or not?

[that's right, you best be awkward.]

[madvaporskillz.livejournal.com]

[There's a cat on the other side of the door, just sort of... floating there.]

[paladinforce.livejournal.com]

[... and this is his face.]

I have no times for riddles.

[madvaporskillz.livejournal.com]

Do you always assume people you've just met are the riddling sort?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*and this door opens and this sort of naked looking guy sticks his head through the crack to hiss at you*

Keep it down, old man. Some people are trying to sleep!

[paladinforce.livejournal.com]

[earyank. B|]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*yelps and is dragged out; hey, now you can tell that he actually is naked, and quite possibly older than your son and with longer hair*

[shoreliner.livejournal.com]

[... opens the door. normally he'd walk right by it, but riku's got some weird altruistic compulsions today.]

[paladinforce.livejournal.com]

... nice to see you're awake, Riku. Do I have to dress you like I did when you were five?

[daddy will do it, you know.]

[shoreliner.livejournal.com]

[blank look. he's already seen so many familiar faces in his day that one more isn't that much of a surprise.]

I'm already dressed, 'pop.