Ephemeral

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

[Hello DR, it's your resident emotard. Rikka has been a busy boy in his and his sister's old bedroom, cleaning out his destroyed artwork from the flood. The room is now nice and dry, and he has redecorated it as his own personal studio, complete with a drafting table, tool stand, easel, bed and work bench. The bench is covered with oils, brushes and stacks of anatomy and landscape books, as well as slides of Warhol's rorschachs. On the wall is a canvas which has been washed with a deep burnt orange, a pencil sketch barely showing through. He is less bothered by the loss of his body of work than you would think, his mind lost to other things. He knows it's his training time, but his nerves are extremely on edge, and he has pushed the door just to, settling in his chair and icing a small hookah, letting the cool, apple mint scented smoke calm him down. Residents may see a small curtain of smoke pour from the crack in the door after a while. Feel free to ground him for smoking at 16 inspect.]

Comments

btw does momsora have anything else to say?

[sparksthefire.livejournal.com]

[pinged by smoke~ Akane will indeed come by to inspect.]

I wouldn't let Ri see that.

D: I never got the notif *goes to look*

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he's leaned back in his leather chair, and pulls the mouthpiece away when Akane walks in, blowing a puff of delicately scented smoke before speaking*

Not like I'm keyed.

woops!

[sparksthefire.livejournal.com]

Why would the keyblade matter?

[derp.]

But don't worry. I won't tell.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*o you plebeian innocent*

... thanks.

*he'd offer her the other mouthpiece, but; he just cozies into the chair*

Get settled in?

[shadowedxlight.livejournal.com]

[Coming by to investigate, definitely pinged what are you doing Rikka]

And just what are you doing?

[You would be such a bad influence on Hikari if it was her instead of me]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he would kick her out :< he doesn't want to be a bad influence, rly as is, he looks up when she comes in, sitting up a bit in his chair -- he looks like he hasn't slept in a day or two, and is getting dangerously thin*

... taking a break.

[shadowedxlight.livejournal.com]

You look like you haven't slept in like three days, you could use it.

[She pushes the door open a bit farther and steps inside, moving to lean against the wall beside it.]

pretty icon *__*

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

I've been busy.

*he takes a moment to suck on the bauble mouthpiece, looking at her again as he blows a stream of smoke from his lips*

Everything okay for you after the flood?

[craggyshores.livejournal.com]

[This one is going for the inspect option! As he doesn't really have grounding rights.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*no he doesn't -- he's just listening to listening to tuneage (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMEbEjq1-6U), eyes closed as he exhales a little shakily*

[craggyshores.livejournal.com]

...what are you doing?

[Not accusatory, just curious!]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

Researching.

*he says it simply, not sure what you're referring to; it seems pretty obvious to him that he's smoking*

[hallowedshore]

[You are so totally busted, my friend. Guess who's kicking the door open.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*guess who's raising his eyebrow like WTF*

[hallowedshore]

I hope you weren't trying to hide that, because you're clouding up the hall.

[He looks amused. And yes, he's exaggerating, but doesn't he always?]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

When have I tried to hide anything.

*smirks a little to himself, looking a bit distracted, curled in on himself in his chair*

[summer_poprocks]

[something smells funny in here. cue Roxas looking in with a bewildered expression.]

Hello?

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*is it the teenage boy inside? Rikka balks a little at the voice, but goes to the door to peek*

... yeah?

[summer_poprocks]

[why so balking, this Roxas is perfectly harmless! ... and happens to know your mother, even if she isn't your mother yet.]

What's that funny smell?

[cuteandschemy.livejournal.com]

[He's checking to make sure the smoke isn't coming from something catching fire. Or another Sorabug experiment gone wrong. What Rikka gets isn't really chiding since Zexion really doesn't care, more just an observation.]

You seem a bit young for that. [He won't state the obvious about what you'll do to your lungs. He's just taking in your appearance. Didn't Demyx point you out in the hallway to him at some point? Your one of Sora's kids, but grown up, if he remembers correctly...]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*no, there's no fire, just a slightly emo and antisocial teenager*

Do I really?

*quirks an eyebrow*

[cuteandschemy.livejournal.com]

[Stick two antisocial guys in the same place and watch them attempt to interact. Yeah. That should go well...]

Worried I will tell your mother?

[He's leaning on the door frame. The odor of the smoke is rather pleasant so he's letting it wash over him for now.]

[smolderingf1re]

[don't mind your uncle quietly pushing the door open and coming in. he's sans baby today, fortunately, and settles cross-legged on the floor in front of Rikka, eying the hookah with open interest.]

Didn't know you smoked.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

Didn't know you were unaware of the tradition of knocking on doors before entering.

*alas, this is typical Rikka snark and should be taken with a grain of salt; he closes his eyes and exhales deeply*

[smolderingf1re]

You must not know me very well, then. I thought it was pretty common knowledge that I have no manners. Also the door wasn't latched. You got another hose for this thing?

[don't worry, it rolls right off of him. :Db]