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[ Normally this hall is quiet, secluded and separate from the more popular areas -- and it still is. All but quiet. Vicious growls and bangs come from one of the rooms, because something large and angry is trying to break out. The door is thick and solid and successfully preventing whatever it is inside from escaping, but it isn't discouraged. The sounds don't let up at all, and it's been going on for hours. There aren't many things that howl like that, and for anyone curious there's a safe way to investigate. A small opening provides a means to look inside the room. A window, before something punched through it, spilling glass and shredded, bloodied fur out into the hall. ]

[[ooc: yyyep. this is what happens when your friends are from Halloween Town]]

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[Damn you, she was just about to fall asleep. Riku opens her eyes slowly, and doesn't look at him.]

What does it look like?

Like you turned into a werewolf and back. I'm asking how did that happen?

... Bitten by a werewolf. Halloween Town. How else?

[Speaking of, that makes her sit up more, trying to cover herself up more as she tries to look out the door.]

[He just lets out a sigh and doesn't respond, keeping his eyes down at her hands, though as she moves, he glances over.]

What is it?

[She pushes her bangs back, curling her fingers into a fist in her hair.]

Have you seen Red?

I passed him in the hall earlier, but other than that, no.

Mmm...

[...you know, being completely naked around Roxas is really making her uncomfortable. She pulls her knees up to her chest, leaning over them, and finally looking at him.]

[Well she has his jacket, at least.]

[Better than nothing. Still!]

Can you get me some clothes?

Oh, yeah, of course.

[He glances at the door.]

Would you rather have me run and get something, or just take you there?

[Honestly, his mother henning senses are telling him to not leave her alone.]

Just go get something. I don't... I don't think I can walk yet.

[If she wasn't so tired, she'd hate having to say that.]

[He sighs and nods, yanking off his over shirt too-- don't worry, he still has a tank top underneath-- and gives it to her.]

I'll be quick.

[Carefully slides away from her and heads out the door.]

[She appreciates it, and will be curled up and lying on her side by the time he gets back with those clothes pulled over her for decency. She might look like she's asleep.]

[He comes back with clothes- the right size too! Even the bra (Yeah, he has experience with that >>; ). He hesitates at the door, but tip toes silently in and just sets the clothes beside her.]

[~~He certainly does.~~ Riku's eyes open the second he drops the clothes.]

Thanks.

You're welcome... I'll be outside.

[He's going to turn away and stand just outside the door to give her some privacy.]

[She'd thank him again for that if she hadn't just said it. With how exhausted she is, it takes her a little longer than normal, but she manages to get dressed eventually. Though if she'd been picking something out for herself, she probably would've opted out of the bra for now, and if he brought her anything for her feet it's getting ignored. Once she's dressed she gives a tired groan and leans against the wall, closing her eyes.]

Roxas?

[Steps back in and walks over to her.]

Yeah?

[She drops her head down, eyes still closed.]

Help me to my room.

[Nods and kneels down, carefully pulling her back into his arms, before lifting her up.]

[One of her hands immediately goes to his arm, and she digs her fingers in lightly. It's not actually against him, but everything hurts.]

[Roxas frowns, hating to see her in pain like this, and just whispers an apology. He's trying to be a gentle as he can, but there's only so much he can do.]

[Riku squeezes her eyes shut and tightens her grip, then shakes her head quickly.]

Just get me to my room.

[Yes, yes, he's going. They get there in no time, and Roxas stops at the door. Is it locked?]

[It is not, actually. And Riku is doing her damnedest not to fall asleep right there in his arms.]