wandering with no place to go

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

[This misplaced frat boy is searching for a kitchen so he can scrounge up something to eat. He's still pretty weirded out by everything and really wants to go home, but he'd rather not starve to death either.]

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[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[helpful kid he is, he'll turn his head a bit to whisper loudly]

You're doin' it wrong!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I am?

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. You're s'posed to use both arms.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Oh, I see.

*normal hug is a go then, with both arms even*

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[he's smiling now, even if Ri can't see it. he should be able to feel the squeeze Riku gives him though]

That's better!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Oh good. I'm glad I have acceptable hugs.

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

What's 'cepable mean?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

It means doing something good.

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[he perks up at that, giving Ri a very earnest look]

It'll be even more 'cepable if you give me a piggy back ride!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*... he will never get away from this will he*

... I guess I can give you a short one.

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[he's nothing if not determined. oh look, you just totally made his day saying that!]

Really?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Climb on.

*you better not choke him or pull his hair or anything*

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[no, but he will clamber all over you like a little monkey until he's settled, wrapping his arms around your neck with a bit of a giggle]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*ugh that was a kidney; but he'll be standing up once you're attached firmly*

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[flings an arm out to point straight ahead, enthusiastic]

That way!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Alright.

*and he starts to... plod along*

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

Now that way!

[is that the smell of something cooking? it's faint, but definitely noticeable and Riku's pointing straight toward it.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he will change directions then, still plodding along and glad you aren't making him run or something*

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[hey, he's getting what he wanted, he has little cause to complain. the scent is getting stronger as he continues to point out directions, and smells distinctly like some familiar gut-busting chili]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*... that smells really good*

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

In there! The kitchen!

[if you let him, he will continue to direct you straight to where the cookie jar is, where it has been placed out of reach on top of the fridge.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Alright, we're almost there.

*he wanted to go to the kitchen anyway so he doesn't mind*

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[and when you get there, there is mysteriously no one in the room despite the giant pot simmering on the stove.]

Up there!

[pointing at the cookie jar, yes]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he looks at the jar, then over his shoulder at you*

... that's a cookie jar.

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

Yeah! Can you reach it?

[he is very interested in its contents]