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[captive_destiny]

[and in this familiar hall, there is a Riku who looks roughly seven years old. he's wearing an Organization coat that is way too big for him, and seems to be trying to hoist it up enough to climb out of those over-sized black boots.

he also looks very confused as to what the heck is going on here]

Sora? This ain't funny, what's going on!

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Sora says >¦3 Where's the fun it that, my boy?

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

[He slows down for Riku. Little legs, after all.

Makes him think of Caterpillar when he's drunk.]

[captive_destiny]

[he wouldn't mind so much being carried, since he doesn't know where they're going]

What about in there?

[he's looking at a door up ahead, not letting loose his grip on his coat to bother pointing]

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

What about where?

[He looks over. Curious, he creeps over to the door and pushes it open.]

...Would you like to wear a droopy pocket-watch?

[captive_destiny]

A what?

[peers inside to see what he's talking about, stopping at the door to stare.]

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

[The interior of the room resembles Dalí's famous series of artwork and sculptures featuring melting watches. There happens to be a humanoid form on the floor draped in what looks like fabric and the aforementioned drooping platinum pocket-watch.]

There. See?

[captive_destiny]

[his attention is more on the covered thing than on the watch, though that's weird enough on it's own.]

What's that thing?

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

It may or may not be a mutant sludge of a human being.

[captive_destiny]

[yeah, he'll just. sidle a little closer to Chesire at that, not taking his eyes off it.]

I don't think I like this room.

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

Neither do I.

[Cue closing the door and hurrying Riku off to another one.]

[captive_destiny]

[the next one has clothes, at least. of a sort. they seem to be more like costumes for children's plays, something for every occasion.]

Who would wanna be a tree?

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

[Chesh, meanwhile, pulls out a blue dress and white apron. He feels the fabric underneath his fingers.]

...Oh, yes...

[He sniffs it.]

...Now that's lovely. Pity it's not for somebody older.

[captive_destiny]

[gives Chesire and the dress a wide berth, working his way toward some boy clothes]

Everything looks kinda weird in here.

Oh, Chesh, you and your pedo-iness.

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

And how would that be?

[He somehow manages to pull a top hat out of the dress' collar. Vaguely amused, he puts it on his head.]

at least he's behaving pretty much

[captive_destiny]

[he's holding out a costume for The Sound of Music, not really sure what to make of it.]

I don't see anyone wearing this stuff at home.

Well, yeah, he can be MUCH worse than this.

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

These are theatre costumes. Not really designed for the home at all.

[captive_destiny]

What about this one?

[it looks like the lead costume for Dracula, cape and all]

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

...

[That is damned adorable. Chesh has to turn around for a second, dear.]

[captive_destiny]

[that wasn't exactly the reaction he was hoping for. he'll blink at Chesire's back a moment, before looking at the costume again to figure out what's wrong with it]

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

I-it's good. It's very good.

[captive_destiny]

Does that mean I can wear it if I want to?

[it has a cape.]

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

[He's transposing this costume onto a mental image of his Riku.]

Yes.

[captive_destiny]

[there's going to be some rustling while his back is turned then, as Riku steps behind more clothes to try to get into it. he's more self-conscious than he was before, now that he knows there's something wrong with his back]

No peeking!

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

[He totally isn't. He's wrapped up again in that dress... by which I mean he's holding it out to the wall and tipping his head in confusion. Maybe he's also transposing that on onto somebody, though it's hard to imagine who.]

[captive_destiny]

[when he finally comes out he even has the dress shoes on, though his tie isn't tied and the buttons on his vest are one-off. he's far more preoccupied with trying to swish that cape just right]

Kay, you can look now.

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

[He turns around, then.

He's impressed. Very impressed.]