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✯ a million questions

[an odd sight; Sora is hunting through the library. why? well... a recent talk with a newbie to the dressing room made her remember a conversation with a Terra that had shown up. Keyblade Masters... she knew now that no matter what other people had called her, back in her own world-dimension-thing, she definitely wasn't one. she wasn't even an apprentice, and she wanted to know why. why was she able to use a Keyblade if she hadn't been picked by a Master? why hadn't there been anyone around to train her? it wasn't fair. both the Keybearers of the past and apparently the future had Masters... so where were the ones in her time? she wanted answers, and she wanted them now. unfortunately, so far she's having zero luck finding anything.]

(ooc: THIRD TIME'S THE CHARM? I swear I won't delete this one orz)

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[well if she hunts around this corner of the library, she'll find Riku with his feet tucked up into a squashy armchair with ... a blank book? From a distance it looks as though the pages are simply white, but closer inspection will show a series of bumps that he's slowly running his fingers over, eyes closed.]

[...a blank book? what the heck? she's suitably distracted, and starts making her way over curiously. thankfully, she's not exactly a quiet walker, even in the library.]

[that makes his eyes open, hand pausing on the page as he focuses on the sound of shoe against floor, seeming to stare right at her feet.]

Yes?

...sorry, but, um. what are you doing?

[feminine voice, but doesn't sound like Kairi. Riku's brow furrows as he tries to place it.]

Reading. Isn't that what a library is for?

...with your fingers?

[yeah, too bad you can't see for the brain break, huh.]

[don't make him decide to get all touchy-feely to determine it for himself. either way, he sounds rather amused. the more she talks the easier it is for him to direct his attention to her face, though his gaze likely seems a little off.]

Isn't that how it's done... Kairi?

[she cracks a grin at that, and has noticed the way he's looking. coupled with him calling her Kairi when she's very obviously not, she's getting why he's reading with his fingers.]

Guess again!

I didn't know you could read with your toes, Namine.

[he can hear the amusement in her voice, and it's echoed with a smile of his own as he does indeed guess again.]

[and that makes her laugh. she understands why he guessed those, since girls aren't nearly as common here, and they usually only come in a small variety. her laugh might sound a lot more familiar than any Naminé's, though.]

I read with my eyes!

Well, if you want to do things the old-fashioned way...

[it does sound familiar, tauntingly so. not quite Namine's laugh, and not Kairi's... it's clear he's puzzled, unable to pin it down.]

Jeez, Riku, d'you need a hint?

[she'll let him feel her hair or something! :D]

Maybe. Come here?

[he's much better at figuring out faces, most of the time.]

Okay.

[she trots right on over, grinning stupidly. he could probably reach her now.]

[he'll set the book aside for now, sitting up properly before reaching up toward her face. he's not quite sure just how close she is though, so she may want to catch his hand before he pokes her in the boob or something.]

[erk, yeah, she does not want boob-touchy. she wouldn't have been too mad if she hadn't been able to stop him, at least, since he probably didn't do it on purpose.]

[his fingers will be just as light on her face as they were on the page, brushing across her jaw and upward to her forehead, his other hand coming up to rest on the opposite cheek as he uses them both to carefully, slowly, map out what she looks like.]

[this feels really weird to her, and it makes her cheeks a bit warm.]

D'you have to do this every time you want to see someone? That kinda sucks...

It's not that bad...

[he's still looking a little confused at what his mind is putting together, with that voice of hers seeming so contradicting. his thumb, then his index finger traces over her lips as she speaks, before finding the side of her nose and that finger traces straight up the bridge of it. his other hand has figured out where her ear is, and then her hair. his eyes widen at the feel of that, and he looks pretty disbelieving.]

Sora?

[fingers on her lips made her go quite red, so she's glad he can't see. but she grins again anyway, hearing her name.]

You got it!

[no, but he can feel the heat on her face. he's going to be polite and not mention that though, or perhaps is still boggled at why Sora sounds so feminine.]

Were you hit by a spell?

Nope! I've always been a girl.

[such a gentleman you are, Riku. she appreciates him not mentioning it.]

[he sits back in his chair, trying to come to terms with a female Sora, who has always been female. it's not that he dislikes the news, it's just so surprising for him.]

Sorry, it's just... Strange. I'm having trouble imagining it, still.

I guess it's pretty strange when you're used to the opposite, huh.

Am I the opposite for you, too?

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