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[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ here's something you don't see every day: a young man pushing a ... jukebox? down the hallway.

it's not as easy as it looks, and he's taking breaks every now and again. this particular one involves riku flopping down on the floor unceremoniously, pouring something out of a thermos. he's had a long day. ]

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[summer_poprocks]

[there will have been a squeal of sorts (more like a scream, really) from somewhere behind him; there is a hedgehog rolled into a tight ball not too far away that was suddenly startled by that flopping.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ l-leaps right back out of his seat, startled. what's that all about? ]

[summer_poprocks]

[hey man, he could say the same thing. he didn't even know he could make noises like that until he was struck by one of those spell arrows.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

What the ...

[ riku's looking around, but he can't seem to find the source of all the noise. that big ol' jukebox may or may not have something to do with that. ]

[summer_poprocks]

[he'll come out of his little ball... eventually. mostly because you smell like a Riku to that tiny wriggling nose of his when he pops up beside you.]

1/2

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ oh. oh. animals, of course. ]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ he'll take that as a cue to safely sit back down. ]

Do I wanna know? [ rhetorical question. ]

[summer_poprocks]

[you sir, are getting sniffed. it doesn't take him too long to figure out you're not the Riku he's used to. for one, you don't smell girlish.]

Probably not.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ definitely not. just plain old everyday riku, here. ]

Didn't think so.

[ resumes pouring out his tea - that's probably what it is, anyway, judging by the aroma. ]

[summer_poprocks]

[he gets points for not freaking at the sight of a talking hedgehog.]

What are you doing?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Hangin' out.

[ for the moment, anyway. of course, that doesn't explain the jukebox, but he'll get to that. in the meantime he's blowing steam off the top of the little cup in his hands. ]

[summer_poprocks]

With a box?

[that's what it looks like from his vantage point, anyway.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Oh, that?

New acquisition, I guess. [ sip. ]

[summer_poprocks]

Does it do anything?

[because well. box. he can tell it must be heavy though.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ oh, crap. he's missed something awfully obvious-- ]

Man, I should've checked that first, shouldn't I?

[ riku kind of. didn't. make sure the jukebox actually worked before dragging it across the dressing room. ]

[summer_poprocks]

You mean you don't know?

[well hey, at least Riku actually knows what it is. Roxas here has no idea.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

I-- well-- that is--

[ hoisted by his own petard! he'll take a moment to grumble into the palm of his hand. smooth move. ]

[summer_poprocks]

Well- I'm sure it's a very nice box, even if it doesn't do anything.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Nah, gimme a 'sec ...

[ as much as he wanted to keep sitting, he might as well do this now before he forgets about it, circling to the front of the jukebox. how does this go, again? ]

[summer_poprocks]

[if you left that thermos on the floor while you do that, it will be getting thoroughly investigated.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ do hedgehogs even like tea. ]

[ after a minute or two, riku still doesn't have a clue ... so he kicks it like any self-respecting person would. ]

[summer_poprocks]

[doesn't look like we'll find out this time, because that kick startled a squeak out of him and now he's rolled up in a tight ball again.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

--crap, did I step on you?

[ it's so easy to lose track of him underfoot ... ]

[summer_poprocks]

[first there's a teeny wriggling nose sticking out, then the rest of Roxas' head once he determines there isn't actually any danger.]

No, but that was pretty loud from down here.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Sorry.

[ on a lighter note, it looks like that jukebox might actually be showing some activity. ]

[summer_poprocks]

[it has him backing away a bit, actually. he doesn't have much trust in machines.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ seems harmless enough, if a little ... modern compared to the average jukebox. ]

Huh.

[summer_poprocks]

[but is it playing music? hopefully it doesn't have lasers or some other destructive device mounted to it.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ no, and no; as far as riku knows, anyhow. at the moment he's studying the screen. ]

Seems harmless enough.

[ as for how it's powering up without being plugged in, that's beyond his expertise. ]

[summer_poprocks]

[does that mean he did all that work and kicking without it even being plugged in?]

What is it doing?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ apparently ... ]

'dunno.

[summer_poprocks]

[well until you figure out what's going on with that thing, he's going to be hiding behind your thermos.]

1/2

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ they're both going to be here a while, then. ]

...

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Whatever.

[ up goes the thermos, and riku's screwing the cap back on. ]

[summer_poprocks]

[aaa why'd you take his cover. now he'll have to use your shoe instead. actually, now he's pausing to give that shoe a curious sniff, only to recoil with a sneeze.]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[he's been watching Riku from the end of the hall, leaning casually against the wall with his hands in his pockets.]

... Where are you taking that, exactly?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ he's halfway through a cup of tea, nearly choking in surprise. ]

... nowhere?

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[he quirks his brow.]

So you're just... pushing it around. Okay.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ runs a hand through his hair. there's no sneaking past roxas. ]

Just thought our room could use something new, I guess.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[he approaches slowly, hands still in his pockets.]

It's kind of neat.

[and by 'neat', he really means 'awesome'.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Yeah?

[ tilts his head backwards, looking at the jukebox upside-down. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[he nods, looking much more interested than his voice lets on.]

How old is it?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs a shoulder absently. ]

Not very, probably.

[ not if the screen when it came to life earlier is any indicator. ]