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[ Here's a Riku, about sixteen-seventeen years old, wearing casual clothes with a shockingly short haircut. Overall, doesn't stick out enough to approach. But she's asleep, dangling mid-air, slightly reclined, the Way to Dawn hanging from her grip. If anyone does approach her, they might get a surprise.]

[ooc: and then I canon updated. Riku's been missing from the DR since July 25th. There will probably be spoilers for KH3D as I'm pulling her post-game. (That's why she looks a little younger than she should - it won't last.)]

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[It seems like he's going to say something a few times, but each time he ends up just closing his mouth again. Eventually, he manages something.]

If you leave again, I'm going with you.

[It's good that he did, she was starting to get curious. But that wasn't what she was expecting. She looks surprised, and a little confused.]

How?

No idea.

[But he'd figure something out.]

[She lifts her head a little to look at him, to try and figure out what he's thinking without asking directly.]

Not possible. Even if this place wasn't in control, I've never heard of anyone crossing universes.

I'd figure something out.

[He wouldn't, but he'd try to. He's avoiding looking directly at her, almost like he's embarrassed!]

[She's not looking anywhere but him, and drops her head back down gently, her eyes focused on his.]

Why?

There's not much reason for me to be here if you're not.

[It comes out quieter than he'd intended, almost strained. Emotions are bullshit.]

[She stays quiet for a minute, then scoots the smallest bit closer.]

When did that happen?

[He snorts, glancing at her briefly.]

No idea. Before your most recent trip out.

[She's not doing anything other than watch him.]

How's that make you feel?

All warm and fuzzy.

[And it apparently makes him sound dry as a desert.]

[She wrinkles her nose at him.]

Careful, knowing you you'll get sick because of it.

No, I don't think this'll cause any problems like that.

[It would have done so ages ago, after all.]

That would be a little inconvenient.

[She smiles, though. She has a lot of things she could say here, but she doesn't know what would be... okay.]

...You'd have noticed by now anyway, if something was going to happen from that.

[And back to avoiding looking at her. If they had been standing, he'd probably not even be turned toward her.]

[She switches abruptly to sympathetic, not to mention worried, but stays quiet.]

What's bothering you?

Emotion.

[He spits it out like it's a disgusting (to him) food, making a face to match.]

Better than the alternative...

[Unless it's so bad that he really would rather be a Nobody. Then she... couldn't really say anything about that.]

I suppose.

[He likes feeling more than he likes being a Nobody, for sure, but certain emotions are definitely a pain in the ass.]

[She could have told him that a while ago. That response doesn't sit as well as she'd like with her, and she frowns a little, finally averting her gaze.]

Sometimes I forget how similar we can be.

Pretty sure most of the people who know me would disagree.

[Half the people who know him think he's an asshole, after all. Mostly.]

So would I. I didn't say we're exactly alike. Sometimes we couldn't be more different.

[She frowns, eyes closing.]

Which is a good thing.

[Or possibly a bad thing. He's pretty sure he wouldn't like her as much if she were more like himself, and he's not sure if that would have been good or bad.]

[The same applies in reverse.]

Yeah. Doesn't mean either one is always easy to handle.

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