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[dawnrise]

[ A light rain has just run its course in this part of the DR. Now the sky is clear, the sun is shining, and Riku's sitting on the steps of a random building, clothes damp, with a loose jacket being the only protection for her bandaged side. Since her confrontation with Hachibi two weeks ago, she hasn't been feeling too great. True, part of that was him nearly taking a chunk out of her ribcage. But it's really Red dying, and still not coming back, that has her so down. Two weeks and counting.

She's finally cut her hair, at least, to get rid of the burnt and torn places from the fight. Instead of being down to her mid-back, it's now only a few inches past her shoulders. Now she's just trying to find a way to busy herself. Apparently this is coming out in the form of chalk drawings all across the dry parts of the road.

She has a bucket full of the stuff if anyone would like to join her. ]

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[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

[looks like you need a Ri]

Riku-pi...?

[dawnrise]

[She looks up from her, ah, artistic endeavors.]

Hey.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

[he'll be taking a seat next to you, looking a bit worried]

Are you doing okay?

[dawnrise]

[What, because she's playing with chalk? She shrugs one shoulder, pulling her arm up to rest her chin in her hand.]

Yeah, I'm fine.

[lightyin]

[Well, that haircut makes this Riku feel a lot more girly. Also, hi, he's going to grab a piece of chalk from the bucket and join in the artses. Or just mentally critique them.]

Having fun?

[dawnrise]

[She's not the best artist! She can do fairly realistic and accurate shapes and outlines, but details are lost on her. She's a step above stick figures, though. There's an outline of a bat near her, and a well-done paopu tree on the other side.

Also, excuse me for getting my hair set on fire.]

Maybe.

[lightyin]

[He can draw, kinda! He can draw better than his Sora, at least. There is a chocobo joining the bat on the ground a little ways away...at least that's what he intends it to be.

You're excused.]

You're better than I am.

[dawnrise]

[Not many people draw worse than Sora, it's true. She can mostly recognize it for a chocobo, I'm sure!]

Not much.

[summer_poprocks]

[She probably will sense him as he gets close, but surprise! There is a Roxas invading her personal space bubble for a hug from behind.]

[dawnrise]

[She does sense him, and that's the only reason she doesn't jump. She does freeze in place, though, and then turn to look at him over her shoulder as best she can.]

Roxas?

[summer_poprocks]

[He's careful in giving her that little squeeze, since he'll have seen her with the bandages in the past couple of weeks.]

You looked sad, so I wanted you to know you're not alone.

[dawnrise]

[She appreciates that very much. But her eyebrows go up in surprise when he speaks. Eventually she forces a small smile for him.]

Thanks, Roxas.

[nagaxel]

[this fellow would certainly like to join her! and she smells like that nice Riku with the baby that he met on his first day here, but he's been here long enough to know that that doesn't mean it's the exact same person, but a double of a different age. he's also catching whiffs of Nami from her, which is part of why he's approaching her, slowly, giving her ample time to notice him.]

[dawnrise]

[She freezes once she catches his scent, and lifts her eyes up to look at him, but otherwise doesn't move. After a few seconds she relaxes and looks back down. He'll have to say something first if he wants to start conversation.]

[nagaxel]

[fortunately, he's very conversational about the right things, and very curious. he slides a little closer to her, peering at her drawings and then at the bucket next to her.]

Isss that chalk? I have not sseen it in colorss before.

[dawnrise]

[She looks surprised when he does, and possibly more than a little wary. But she doesn't try to move away and she's not even glaring at him or anything.]

It's chalk. It comes in all kinds of colors.

[She uses her foot to push the bucket his way. Go on, investigate.]

[sparksthefire.livejournal.com]

[A wild futurekid appeared!

Two of them, in fact. Akane's been babysitting herself more and more often lately.]

Can little-me draw too?

[dawnrise]

Sure.

[It's not even her chalk. She just found it outside. But she'll push the bucket their way a little. Go right ahead.]

[sparksthefire.livejournal.com]

[Little Akane is more than happy to start scribbling! Bunnies, mostly. At least, they're probably bunnies. She's not very good at this drawing thing yet.

Big Akane looks for a dry spot to sit.]

Something up?

[memoryrewrite.livejournal.com]

[Riku's are always a welcome sight to her. And while it's still a little weird to see a female version of someone she's used to being a guy, Namine comes over to investigate those drawings. Very quietly for now so as not to disturb Riku.]

[dawnrise]

[She senses her, and that's what makes her look up, expression vaguely questioning. She's never had a problem with Namines, Riku's just curious, wondering she wants something.]

[memoryrewrite.livejournal.com]

Oh... Hello.

[Ooops. Stealthy sneak peek at Riku's art failed.]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you. I was just looking at your drawings.

[smolderingf1re]

[oh my fuck there is a toddler here who would absolutely love to join her. here she comes, moving as fast as she can (and surprisingly steady on her feet considering she's all of sixteen months old), howling something that might be Riku's name. she hauls up short at the edge of Riku's array of drawings, ears twitching in excitement, and then plops down right there on the pavement. oh but the bucket's over there. OH WELL. let's just. scoot towards it, scooting is fun.

her father is strolling along down the street, headed for them at his own leisurely pace. at least Riku won't have to deal with Inaya all on her own, right?]

[dawnrise]

[Holy shit. It's been ages since Riku saw Inaya. Ages. So her shock upon seeing her run up should be perfectly understandable. She doesn't move at all at first, then she leans forward a little, still wide-eyed. She couldn't mistake those ears, though.]

Inaya?

[smolderingf1re]

[Inaya squeals happily and overturns the bucket of chalk, making sure she gets lots of colored dust on her romper after she selects some chalk to scribble with. Axel finally reaches them, crouching down next to his daughter to pick up the rest of the chalk and put it back in the bucket.]

She's growing so fast, I know. It's been about a year since you last saw her, right?