(no subject)

[beforedawnbreak.livejournal.com]

[For once, Riku isn't in the laundry room (it's not his fault okay). This time, he's in the kitchen making a three am snack that involves a bunch of breakfast foods. Sure, the bacon is a little burnt and the omelet looks a little undercooked, but those sliced up potatoes smell delicious.

Whistling idly while he scrapes said potatoes onto his big ol' plate, toast is popping up not too far away on the counter, and there's just enough room on that plate to fit the two slices of toast on there somewhere.]

Comments

[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

[Riku isn't the only one thinking of food at this hour. he might notice this Sora has some familiar-looking eyes, considering just looking at Riku is making them go silvery and glint in the light.]

[beforedawnbreak.livejournal.com]

[Turning, Sora suddenly being there was a surprise but he moved then to set his plate down at the table, and lower the lights.] Hey.

[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

[he's not sure what looks better, Riku or what's on Riku's plate. either way, he can't help the way his fangs slip out in reaction]

I didn't know you could cook.

[beforedawnbreak.livejournal.com]

I don't cook too often. [Picks up a piece of slightly burnt bacon and chomps on it, before offering him a piece. Hey, he turned the lights down for the vampire, don't just stand there in the doorway.]

[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

[he'll take the bait, lured more by the dangling bacon than anything else at the moment]

Why'd you turn down the lights?

[beforedawnbreak.livejournal.com]

You don't like bright lights, right? [Chompchomp on his own bacon.]

[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

[sniffs his piece before giving it a nibble. he's hungry, but not for food so much as blood]

Only if they're supposed to be like the sun. I uh, only turned off the lights on you that one time because it'd be easier to.. you know.

[beforedawnbreak.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs, well it's not like it's totally dark, he's going to have a seat and slice and dice that omelet (it was ham and cheese and sausage) to pop a few bites in his mouth. Chewchew, swallow.] I see. Are you hungry? [Glancing up after taking another big bite. He's meaning the kind of hungry that vampires get.]

[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

Kind of... I'm supposed to still eat real food until my body stops growing, at least.

[your meaning, it has passed over his head.]

[beforedawnbreak.livejournal.com]

Well, whatever you want, feel free to ask for. It might be a little burnt of undercooked but it's edible. [He does smile though when Sora doesn't catch what he meant, chomping on bacon again before leaving it to hang from his mouth to reach and tip his head to the side, tapping his now bared neck.] But I meant this kind of hungry.

[The old bite marks have faded almost completely by now.]

[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

[swallows hard as he focuses on the vein he can see in Riku's neck, drifting closer]

Are you offering?

[beforedawnbreak.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [Swallows his food and sits up a little more properly in his chair, reaching with his other hand to keep his hair out of the way.]

[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

[why so tempting, Riku?]

Are you sure? Last time I bit someone they called me a piranha.

[blindlyfollows.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly, what looks to be a girl double is bursting into the room and slamming the door. This would probably be startling on the basis of loud noises alone, but there's something long and green and slimy caught in the door and worming its way inside to wrap around a chair leg. But don't worry, whatever's behind that door hisses loudly when she blasts it with a dark firaga.]

[beforedawnbreak.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, the loud noises were startling enough that he quickly shoved his plate onto the counter, zipping around with his keyblade instantly in his hand.. what the hell is that? Takes a few steps to help, giving that slimy green.. whatever that was a good smack with his keyblade.]

[blindlyfollows.livejournal.com]

[It releases the chair immediately, only to whip around and grab her leg instead, which is made much easier by the fact that she's wearing a long skirt. She gives a startled, aggravated half-scream and hits it with another dark firaga when it tries to climb up inside it. One strong enough to char that little sucker.]

[beforedawnbreak.livejournal.com]

[Scowls sharply and moves to quickly stomp on that slimy thing in attempt not to let it go any further up his other selfs leg, giving a hard shove against the door to catch it with the doorway painfully.]

[blindlyfollows.livejournal.com]

[The door shuts! But now it's caught in it, writhing miserably and coating her leg in a thin layer of slime. She summons her own keyblade to cut it in half. He can enjoy that half-a-tentacle wriggling all across the floor in his direction. She's locking the door.]

[beforedawnbreak.livejournal.com]

[Stomps on it again, he doesn't blame her for locking the door after that, and lights that half up with a dark firaga.] ... What was that?

[blindlyfollows.livejournal.com]

[Mostly, she locked it because whatever that thing was attached to is now beating on the door. It doesn't look like it can break through, at least. Give her a second, she's uncoiling the... thing from around her ankle.]

I don't know, but they've been following me all day.

[beforedawnbreak.livejournal.com]

[It sounds big, whatever it is, casting a scowl at the door.] ... Hopefully it goes away on it's own, or the door holds up long enough at least. [Yeah, he'll ditch his food if it means helping his double escape from.. whatever it is.]

[blindlyfollows.livejournal.com]

Hopefully.

[Are you kidding? She's moving away from the door. She doesn't want to go out there at all right now.]

[beforedawnbreak.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't blame her. Sighing when it looked like the door was holding well, he dismissed his keyblade.] You okay then? [Hey what if she got hurt while trying to ditch it?]

[blindlyfollows.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.

[A little irritated and worn out, but otherwise, she's good.]

[beforedawnbreak.livejournal.com]

[Oh good. Nods then and starts back to the counter to get his plate. Pauses when he picks it up and looks over.] ... Hungry? I could make something. [Well they're kind of stuck together till the whatever it is quits shaking the door.]