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[ In a relatively silent hall of the dressing room, the sudden sound of a wall splitting seems to come from nowhere. Cracks weave across the surface like a spider's web, making the wall tremble and shake. Dark sand leaks from the narrow openings, a small precursor for what comes next -- part of the wall crumbles away and a small mountain of sand spills from it, carrying in a young woman with silver hair.

She's barefoot, dressed in plain black robes, and appears to be unconscious as she comes to a stop splayed across the floor. Half-buried in sand though she still is, it's a familiar face she brings back. ]

[[ooc: my over-two-month hiatus is overrrrr ♥ edit: sleep. tags in the morning Imissedyouall ;;]]

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[She shakes her head.]

Can't be bothered right now.

[That said, Riku reaches up to brush her hair back, looking away somewhat awkwardly. Like she wants to say something.]

[...Which will get a curious look from him.]

[So helpful he is not. She starts to, then stops again, some intense internal struggling going on. Damn, why is this so hard. Eventually she drops her hand, allowing it to hit her leg rather noisily before she steps closer.]

...what?

[What are you doing, you confusing woman. He's... well, he's quite openly confused by whatever it is she's got going on.]

[Being awkward, that's what. She closes her eyes briefly in irritation, then pulls him into a hug.]

[Red's still for a moment, kind of startled by the act, before his arms move up to return the hug, a little tighter than he meant to.]

[Oh, that feels good. Riku is incredibly relieved he did not make this more awkward for her, too, partly because she does have something to say on top of it.]

... I'm sorry for putting you through this.

...it's not something you need to apologize for.

[It really isn't. If necessary, he'd do it again.]

[She disagrees.]

Yes, it is. If I had been looking for a cure as hard as I should have been, this never would have happened.

Riku.

[His expression goes serious, and he's trying to get her to look him in the eye without just grabbing her face.]

It wasn't your fault. I'd do it a hundred times if it meant keeping you from hurting other people, because I know that guilt would eat at you more than death would.

[Well fine, she's looking at him about half-way through that, but she's frowning. He knows her well enough to know for sure that she'd feel incredible guilt for that, but she feels guilty over this, too. And it doesn't look like what he's saying is easing it any.]

Would it still not be my fault if I didn't want to be cured?

I'd question why and build you a better pen.

[That earns him a slight scowl. She's had a lot of time to think over how to apologize (she knew she'd hurt him, after all) and what to say and this is not going how she planned. Why the hell is everyone always so casual about the things she does?]

A better pen.

To hold you in.

[His grin disappears after a moment, though, replaced by a frown.]

You didn't hurt me that badly, Riku.

[She's a little insulted that he doesn't seem to be taking her apology seriously, and frowns deeper at that.]

Really? Because I can remember sinking my teeth into your shoulder.

[She could still taste it when she woke up on that beach.]

Yeah. You managed to get your claws into my chest, too, but I was still able to walk afterward, and they didn't take very long to heal.

[...All things considered, anyway.]

That's not saying a lot when it's you.

[The whole- still being able to walk thing. She doesn't look very impressed.]

[Cue the frustrated sigh.]

What am I supposed to say?

... Nothing.

[She'd like if it he'd be mad at her since the whole thing is her fault, but that's clearly not going to happen. Hmm.]

Let me see your shoulder.

[Man, he can't be mad at her when she's finally back. He pauses before unzipping his coat and shrugging it off; he's definitely pretty much horrifying levels of skinny right now, made more obvious by the plain black muscle shirt he normally wears. There's a nice big scar in the shape of werewolf!Riku's mouth on his shoulder~. And possibly the tip of the claw scars on his chest peeking out the top of his shirt.]

[Then her horror upon seeing it should be easy to read. She won't say anything about how thin he is, though, because she's already working to get him back to normal. She'll focus on the scars, which she thinks she has a right to see, thank you very much. Will he object if she touches it?]

[Of course not. He might tense a little, though not from pain, obviously.]

... Guess it could be worse.

[She'll remove her hand soon after, then.]

It could be.

[He sounds almost thoughtful as he shrugs his jacket back on.]

They look kind of badass.

[Oh for- She's rolling her eyes.]

You would say that.